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This Scornful Dissipation

Yes, I regret
The scornful dissipation
Of my salad days
When I was strong,
Believe me,
They didn’t last too long,

Yes, I regret
All that I squandered
O’er the course
Of about fifteen years,
Believe me,
I’ve cried quite a sea of tears,

Yes, I regret
If I e’er acted cavalierly
Towards any who sought to love me
With a trusting heart,
Believe me,
I’m not so proud of my past.

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Free verse
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You remembered! :) Yes, that's right, I also tightened it up a bit for the sake of more impact.

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I'm really pleased, I thought I could do more with this piece, thank you for saying so.

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It seems you’ve re-titles this from an original piece & all I can say is the title does draw the reader in.

I really liked the reminisce style of regrets that I’m sure we can all relate to.

You close with no being proud of your past but life is about learning & our mistakes make us stronger to be better going forward.

Thoughtful piece which I enjoyed.




Thank you, Unsub, I'm pleased the retitling gives new life to this piece. You are right of course, I do tend to let the regret get the better of me, rather than realise we all have them, and that we all have to learn from them to a greater or lesser extent, some a lot, some less so, according to the nature of our past. Thanks again. Carl.

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