What’s wrong with that? I’d like to know, so here I go again….

There’s films

I’ll never see

Books

I’ll never read

Boxes

Which remain unopened

Letters

without stamps unaddressed

Songs

unsung

Numbers

never rung

Poems

Still floating in my head

Prose

forever left unsaid

But you

to neglect

for even a moment

that would be my one regret.

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