When you begin to reminisce,
About a good thing missed.
Remember this...
Your memories of it,
May now be declared...
By someone else who condones,
What you believed was yours alone.
And...
What you 'thought' was yours to own.
But not cherished as it currently is!
In a relationship you weren't willing to give.
When you begin to reminisce,
About a good thing missed.
Remember this...
No one sits in wishful thinking,
For too long.
Not when the clock is ticking.
And tired games are overplayed.
Those who hide for another to seek...
May never be sought to be found,
By the one who tired of just being around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem