Many people I've loved, We're simply forgotten.
Many fruits that I've savored have later gone rotten.

Many imprints I've left, Time washed away.
Many a promise was kept, many left in vain.

Many fights I had won, And found that I had lost
Many bridges I've built, Were burt once across.

Many goals I had reached, left me unfulfilled.
Many lessons I've learned, have left me less skilled

Many bullets I've dodged, hit the people behind me.
Many flowers I've picked, were riddled with ivy.

Many choices I've made, I've later regretted.
Many rights that I've done, were later contended.

It's not good nor bad, For their one and the same.
But the strength that you have when not getting your way.