by R. Grieves
She lies there in lace
With a frown on her face
Trying to trace where she's been.
Her life is 'most over
And she's not walked in clover
Nor White Cliffs of Dover she's seen.
In quiet times she's haunted
By things that she wanted
And now feels taunted by them
She's let others decide
Then has had to abide,
Never to ride on a whim.
Now the chances are gone
And won't again dawn
As more regrets spawn in her head.
The message she's giving
Is to live while you're living
Avoiding misgivings when dead.
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