A poem about Regret.
We bear a heavy past, my love
Of guilt and restless hurt
And there are things that we would change
The pain of others to avert
But that is gone and that is dead
There is no way to heal
a fractured life, those faulty steps
However much we feel
For many men have passed like this
A life of vague regret
Too lost inside themselves to see
The path on which they're set
There is no way to change what was
Now time has drifted by
It's better far to soldier on
And leave the past to lie
So we must travel on our way
And share the love we've found
And love each other more each day
And spread that blessing round.
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