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Dark shadows dim recesses.
Flashes of light and insight.
What was so long ago shines dully
In waves of judgement.

Opportunities taken, moments lost.
Goals dreamed, hopes dashed.
What was so long ago seems cleaner purer
In waves of judgement.

When we look back, what shall we see.
Choices like dust motes drift by.
Was this right, wrong, good, or bad
Or was it just us being us?

Regrets are for the young.
They have time to redo, replace, rejuvenate.
Regrets for the old are memories
Of just being alive.