Time Forever Lost

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I see you now - aged with seasons that drifted on past, forever faded, they vanished fast.

I see your hands - wrinkled and worn from work you’ve done and labours you’ve born…

Your eyes they glow with an ember-like glint, a dim spark of knowledge steeled like a flint.

Yet I never did see the seasons themselves, I was living my life in self-centered hell,

I left without thought nor one backward glance. Left you in the seasons — your fate up to chance

I should’ve returned to see how you faired, not abandon my roots and pretend not to care.

Now I live in a time forever lost, regret in my gut for the joy that it cost, to live without family and to go my own way…. No, I’ll never make up for a lost yesterday.