Regret has no remedy
The past is irreversible
My heart too heavy
Sorrows that cannot be soothed
Like unquenchable thirsty
Paths that cannot be mended
I wish I would be good child
I wish I would be nice to them
I envy those children -though
Whom theirs -still breathe
Yet rude to them, have became
Only in tomorrow regret to taunt
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Author:
Robert Isaacs Chiwala (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 10th, 2023 00:22
- Category: Sad
- Views: 12
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Comments1
Seems like you get it and will soon achieve a middle that greats both goodness and snarky adventure.
Much thanks, Bobby!
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