This day called life the hours pass by,
Minutes and seconds until the time we die,
Hardly we learn what the moments are worth,
'Til we face our end looking back at our birth.
Regretting the errs that are now clear to see
but tangled and twisted at the time that they be.
How foolishness ruled us when stakes were so high,
We deemed so important things that flutter and fly.
No word is so bitter or cruel as'Hindsight',
As the morning of our lifetime turns into night.
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Submission Name: This Day Called Life
