GRIEF Poem: GRIEVING FOR A PAST SELF, by Myles Farley

But yes,
Regret has knocked on my door
The time it accuses me of wasting
is not false, but
is not whole
For I would not have the privilege
of regrets company
If I was efficient in my youth
so,
what is waste?

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