From all of those yesterdays gone,
To forget the importance...
Of that which was wished.
Few come to think,
Of those yesterdays to reminisce...
As having once been,
Our tomorrows taken for granted.
To witness them also go to make...
The same old promises,
To better live them and correct...
Those relationships we let,
Left to go without them being...
Identified to leave prioritized,
As having more value...
Than the 'things' we obsess,
To possess.
That eventually loses any interest,
We once kept to keep treasured.
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