My regrets are few
But mistakes are many.
Cost me my life
For no less than a penny.
The actions taken back,
Lessons to be unlearned
Would lessen my value
No matter how piercing the burn.
Our trials a sum,
Experiences a measure,
The cup full with trouble
Filled equal with pleasure.
For good comes with bad,
An uncanny mix.
Choices dealt the upper hand
Playing their dirty tricks
But glorious the attempt
And past becomes past.
Then the deed be done,
An imprint upon life's cast.
Lend me your gentle hand
Chance's gentle caress.
What's done is done
No more, no less.
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