Like old pain
Is soon forgotten
When memories remain
Of times spent in the open
Of long lonely miles
Or better still
In the comfort of others
With random smiles
What's done is done
In the past it stays
Except when it's needed
to remind us of days
When choices made
Were to toil a little longer
and with the task to stay
Rather than to succumb
to the ease of the path nearly made
Disappointment still lingers
The better result never seen
But it's an illusion
of someone you've never been
Better to rejoice in that
what is done
For the past is the past
and can never be re-run ..
