Journey To The Past

Journey To The Past short poem

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What if I could retrace my steps
Back to my painful, dreadful past?
I have made it a curse and hell
Due to my own sheer folly and
Unavoidable vice that placed
My life at the footsteps of doom.

I wish I could sit on a ride
That would give me a second chance
To live my life at the fullest
And realize complete frolic.
I could live without regret and
Enjoy those pristine, awesome moments.

Alas! I have no other way
To live but to weep penitent
Tears that pour in huge quantities,
Continuous and Incessant.
Tears will dry but my agony
Is ravaging, tormenting me.

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I have completed Masters in Mathematics and I love writing poetry.I am now a published poet. My book "Once upon a Rhyme" is available at at the following links I am now a teacher of Mathematics .i Once upon a Rhyme can be easily accessed at
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