November 2, 2018
How many years will I never get back
How many laughs can I no longer grab
How many friends have I forever lost
How many chances out the window I've tossed
How many opportunities are passing me
How many fires I'm too blind to see
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PoetryA daily journal full of poems of love, of joy and grief Pen enslaves the hand and paints the vast land of the canvas we call Speech
