The joy of the dreams
that didn't dream
to fulfill themselves
The ambitions that
over the maturing years
aspired to be their silly self
And, the many 'loves of life'
that couldn't outlive
the threshold of sense
You owe a lot more than
just a wistful thank-you
to your younger self
For not pursuing
things that were left
at the gates of abandon
Having conspired against
the future that the past
couldn't care less over
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