Regret Comes in Threes
Contributed by
Natkingcole
on
Monday, 23rd May 2011 @ 12:51:14 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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A boy there was once, young and fierce,
Who spoke with a tongue, whose words did pierce.
His legs ran far, his hands gripped too,
He did not spend long in the grasp of youth!
The young man was strong, brave and bolder,
He knew everything, now he was older.
He took no wife, or house, or child,
He remained unchained and forever wild!
An old man sat and searched for his hat,
That lay on the shelf like a dusty old cat.
No wife had he, no house, no child,
His youth was brief and his years were wild!
No one cares and no one listens,
To the old man's banter 'bout curious missions.
He realises now , "a waste of life",
Regret comes in threes, Regret comes thrice!
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2011-05-23 12:51:14] (Date/Time posted on
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