Something known to have had but gone,
With it done to move on for good...
Often leaves one with feelings left,
Sad and regretting mistakes made.
Believing with time they will be corrected.
But time does not wait,
For something too late to do...
With a proving one's stubbornness,
Has been accepted to excuse.
'Oh no.
What could have been corrected years ago,
Can not be excused away...
When all you could have done,
Was to apologize to me that day.'
~But...
With time I have changed.~
'So have I.
Living life to forget,
That which had been kept important...
Has a way of doing it.
With a doing to remove,
Those once prioritized off the list.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem