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I once said, don’t make regrets

And yet, a pile of them stare back

Fermented and stacked high

Reminders of life’s backpack

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Reflections have a deceptive hue

Beneath the tarnished glitter

Sorting memories from dreams

Tossing most in the litter

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In old age the road ahead narrows

Rear view distorts true reality

Brighter, prettier, augmented

Stars of our own marquee

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Time melts the hardest resolve

Habits are like veins in rock outcrops

Wired around one’s personality

Always ready like acting props

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When the afternoon light fades

Point forward, where the future is hinted

Be where the moon smiles kindly

And delicious adventures freshly minted