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When all the leaves have come and gone and only wood remains, and all your chances to write poetry have gone, with too few refrains, You'll have your chance to regret your choice and to wallow in your lament, but it will be too late to go back in time and make good on your repent. |
Copyright ©2011 Ashi Shadow -- August 8th 2011.
Written because I had not written much poetry lately, and some other thoughs reminded of one of Lord Byron's poems.
But I thought about how I had been so inspired when I read a few of his poems I liked, only to find later that there were not so many good ones.
And why? Because poets squander their short lives sometimes, as I am doing now, having not written any in a month or two, due to my mundane duties associated with my current sojourn.