When I pick up my pen’
It’s yesterday again
It’s yesterday for sure
The days that are no more

Though they never returned
There’s one thing I’ve learned
They never depart
When locked in the heart

The days of youth
And foolish things
The days cut short
What age brings

Age follows youth
Sage follows age
A bitter-sweet life
Every time you turn a page

Who knows when or where
Bitter meets sweet?
What causes them to meet?
Why has one forsaken one
And not the other?
Yet
Is not life a dash(-)
Between the day you’re born (-)
And the day you die?
You cannot extend your life
No matter how hard you try
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“Life’s not so short
I care to keep
The unhappy days
I choose to sleep.”
Frost