The past

A long highway of broken dreams

of unkept promises

of woulda coulda shoulda's

The choices were made

and time moved on

leaving me longing

for the road not taken

Thinking back, to the smiling faces

The friends who were there

The friends who cared

Bur pride keeps me moving

On into the night

the choices were made

There's no turning back

What right do I have

To call on them now

After so long apart

All I can do

Is to keep moving on

To hope for the best

And to try and forget

The road not taken