I wrote some good poems
And some bad
I wrote some happy
And some sad
Some spoke true
And more did try
All were ways
Of saying goodbye
Too often now
the rhymes don't run
The meter's lost
The beat undone
The time is past
For saying goodbye
What's yet unsaid
Now left to lie.
The past is spurned
Farewells unsaid
A back is turned
To what is dead.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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Comments1
A strangely positive write Jabberwocky, nothing can be done about the past so always look to the future.
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