Regret

10.17.05 (7:34 am)   [edit]

Things are taken for granted


Until they are gone,


Taken away


Or perhaps lost;


Gone like the morning mist


Never to return


Or be seen again.


Then mourning comes,


And the regret


Of our taking for granted,


For that which


Is now gone,


Never to return.

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