In the future, you might lament,
Not playing piano, or colors invent.
But worry not, time's not your foe,
Start anew, let your dreams grow.
No regrets for paths not strolled,
Or identities yet to be bold.
Life's canvas awaits, vast and wide,
Begin afresh, with joy as your guide.
Another older poem with a slightly new meaning to me ... *sighs* I'm really happy about that!
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