Pardon what conscience dreads.
And give what prayer does not dare to ask.
Regret weighs me down with heavy leads.
Yet to this cynical world I wear a mask.

We always focus on the glass unfilled
Not that it is three quarters full.
We just see the last field still untitled.
We wallow in hope’s lull .

health ,career and relationships.
Nothing is quite right .
We are focused not on ahead but amidships.
We keep our own, not others’ misfortunes in sight.

But there is not something three quarters full in our health today
And that is total , it is death , live for today.

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Regrets fill our days
Whatever is not quite right
But death is much worse

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See Collect of the day