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Richard Oct 2018
It’s hard to make sense
Of where time came or went
I see you in your present tense
And still feel the past

I beg for what was
For what gave me cause
For what lost
But it’s not to last

The now is heavy
The how is crazy
The show is changing
But I’m crass

Will it free me
Will it be me
Will it **** me
I guess I’m free to see
Richard Dec 2014
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.

— The End —