The regrettable tally is done;
A hopeful time is soon begun,
And I look ahead,
Try not to feel dread
As the clouds part and admit the sun.
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What could I have done with my days
Instead of indulging malaise
Or turning away
From whimsy and play
That I might now claim to my praise?
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I think of the welcomes denied,
Not to me but by me. Some tried
To open their doors,
Say “What’s mine is yours,”
But I, alas, such things decried.
Only two full days remain in the month, but I’ll remain available to write for you, if you’d like!
Where all the idle hours went
I know not, nor how they were spent.
I cannot recall
How minutes would fall
While I waited without relent.
Fewer days remain in the month, but I’ll remain available to write for you, if you’d like!
The dice soon will no longer fall,
For initiative rolls soon no more call
Will be at table made;
The game is near-played,
And the last round I cannot forestall.
A few days remain in the month, but I’ll remain available to write for you, if you’d like!
I regret that but eight months remain
In which some might voice the refrain
That we are at war–
But where is the store
That itself with Christmas is pained?
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The bonfire burned, hot and bright,
Surrounded by revels that night,
But I didn’t care
Or want to be there,
So I ended up picking a fight.
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That it’s easy for me to say “no”
Is a wrongness, as I do well know.
For me to say “yes”
More would be for the best,
But I seldom can let myself go.
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There is a thing I regret most,
A thing of which I never boast,
A thing I’ll not say
Till my dying day–
Or after, if I am a ghost
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In days past, I did travel far,
Followed a wandering star,
Expended my wealth.
I still have my health,
But prodigal memories jar.
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Elliott RWI 