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Next Time . . . . . .

Next Time . . . . . .

If you knew the chain of events that awaited you,
the relationships, events, dramas - what would you do?
Some may say that it doesn't matter - rather now
is more important, but for interest I'm asking 'how.'

A school friend of mine committed suicide at fifteen,
what a waste of life to gain sexual gratification; 
in your prime at forty, maybe no longer so sporty,
but in hindsight, perhaps you could have been less naughty!

You made sixty five, not retiring like the old days,
some not grown up, men looking at the parting of the ways;
in your old age, you may regret the choices you made,
you might have had diamonds for all the things you paid.

Someone made an outrageous comment: 'Thirty years wasted,'
that's bad - at least be thankful for all the good things you had.  

 

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Being Me

Oh I love this!  It is too easy to look back at past hurtful events and think, "I wish I never did that." But it is the other, good, things that lead from those mistakes that should be remembered and hailed as a success. Sometimes pain and hurt are the prices to pay for happiness. I am so sorry about your friend.  To anyone going through tough times today, I will say... Hang on in there... Things will get better. Sorry for the ramble but your fabulous poem brought all these thoughts to my mind x

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Terry Reeves

Thanks Being Me,
Everything you say is true.
Terry.

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