The future springs from the past,
Across today's bridge of time;
Years on years have traveled fast,
Leaving me nostalgia sublime.
I have squandered precious days,
Just in rest and distractions;
I can't redeem those lost ways,
But, regret my empty actions.
Yet, I sing of victories
That override each failure
And look up to brighter skies,
Portent of wonderous future.
I must, with new time focus,
Efficient use attend;
There, I'll follow each success
With happiness, my final stand.
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