Is not a moment lost,
But one that only has existence with,
Its pass.
I've thought of many moments,
I'd never want back,
Not because they'd be painful,
But because they've led me to this tack.
That is the key to getting,
All you want in the end,
The ability to let go of those moments,
That were so momentous.
And it's alright,
To live in moments in the past,
If you don't mind finding yourself,
In rags once the rest have passed.
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