Regret’s Lost Sting

How powerfully a naked breast

Could once inflame desire

Yet time disarms the senses’ pull

And dampens ardour’s fire

How poignantly a music chord

Reminds us of past love

And brief, projects a younger self

From memory’s treasure trove

How happy seem our former selves

Denied the need to ponder

The task of life, today’s great goal

No broken paths to wander

Ah, age, with all its questions weighs

The past’s simplicities

Forgetting all the grace required

To learn such truths as these


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