Looking Ahead

I dread, my friend. I rarely regret. What good is wishing
That something which happened had not? It never can be
Undone. The future, however, could bring anything,
And, based on the past's unregretted misfortunes, what's
Destined to come will be bad.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-03-31 at 15:14

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