A past to have lived it,
Is a past to have gone.
To no one coming back.
The 'should of, could of' wishers,
Remaining to reminisce,
The 'ifs' of that and this...
Not to happen as they sat,
Discouraging others...
With their backstabbing chats.
Are the very ones,
Denying to accept...
What to themselves to have done.
Now to believe...
Their quality of life to live it,
Had been created while they chose...
Ignorance as a way progress is made.
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