Night Time of Life





Night-time, in the quite of our minds,

   when we are all alone;

We think of things that could have been

   and what things different we could have done.

But the divergence of the paths of life

   of those we walk beside,

Are seldom destined to converge again;

   thus perpetuating the pain inside.



Two souls walk through the darkest night

   searching for a hand to grasp,

      or the others arm to hold.

They ask each other only, “may time regress

   and replay once again,?”

The time in life when all was bliss

   before the perfect love was lost;

      and the pain of living too great a cost.

And then the daylight comes

   and these things are but a dream.

                      

For a fool cannot retrace his steps

   and walk he must tomorrow,

Though suffering with a broken heart

   he may greedily embrace the sorrow.

  


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