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Garden Of Regret

The many places I have been
And countless faces I have seen,
The many tales to be told,
Into the universe, they unfold.
 
It’s all a passing show,
Some of it colorful and bold,
Some of it dull and meek,
It’s meaning I do seek.
 
Now that life has slowed
And I have time to reflect,
Hindsight and wisdom grow,
In this garden of regret.

(2014)

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