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The older I get
The more I regret
Not being 25 anymore

Some look upon their pastimes
With drugs and fine wines
And with memories that they abhor

But some of us feel
As though those times were real
And now reminisce and laugh all the more
A poem about no regrets
Sometimes in fields aside long dark highways
Often times in abandoned hills with unkept grass overgrown
We passed the bowl of demons amongst ourselves
And held them high before reaching our mouths
And said curse be the day, let it always be night!
We weren't witches
We weren't gouls
Just average kids
Breaking all the rules
You see the big picture
And you rush in
You paint the road you walk on
You wear Your grin

You observe the blue sky
But the beauties inside
Your heart can love all that you touch
And we love it oh so much
You shrug off the compliments
Your humility shine through
People observe the painting process
Wonder what it’s like
To have talent like you
He promised you the sky
But all he did was make you cry
I guess your raindrops turned to tears

He said he was a nice guy
But all he did was lie
And played upon all your fears

So here you are
Not near or far
I suppose you’re looking for some comfort

But I can’t be
That guy that you seek
Cause what he did to you you did to me
We never heard of each other
Till we found you in the field
We all talked for a while
And then disappeared

I never forgot you
And I wouldn't have let go
But sometimes souls grow old

And now it's gone
We said goodbye
Without a word
We said it with our eyes
One I wrote back in 98 about leaving friendships behind
All the wars that have ever been
Under the sun, every invention
Every beach ever proclaimed
Boil down to two choices of alternative things...
a Democrat or a Republican, a Big Mac or Whopper, a Lincoln or a Cadillac, A Catholic or Protestant.
We feel we have many options but they are the ones with choice.
It has all added up to nothing.
Her conversation runs strong but soon it’s not long
Before all of it falls straight into the pit
Her eyes give her away from a past of slow decay
And for good reasons she feels all of this pain
Don’t regret too much sister
Just enough to keep you in line
You shall be forgiven
Soon enough with some time
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