Thimblerig 2
Tomorrow was a day too late
remorse spent a sleepless night of blame.
Yesterday’s gone without warning
regret's second-chance now has no aim.
Today’s lament sounds so empty
reconciliation woke to shame.
What's wrong with being truthful?
Not speaking up is a waiting game.
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