Dwelling in the past is vain
But it’s what keeps me sane.
Every once in a while, I set out a mile
On tortuous memory lane.
“Hello,” I say to those I’ve displeased,
Wishing I could them appease.
Chances I lost – oh! What a high cost
I paid for mistakes these.
As much as I want to go back in time,
Polish life’s souvenirs, get rid of the grime,
The dirt is what, has me taught
Makes me the person I am
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