Has all of life been a bed of roses?
This is incredible...please tell me how!
World without end, never what one supposes.
Been there and done that? OK, take a bow.
So show me the lachrymal drops you have gathered.
Kind of ironic...you...collecting tears,
to bolster self-pity? You shouldn't have bothered.
You need be forgiving as your last breath nears.
That day approaches, eternity beckons.
You may choose ignoring the facts in your face.
Should good balance bad in the Book as God reckons?
Leave off the misery...stand on His grace.
With wisdom, water-works ever are wasted.
Regret?Fix your errors before judgment tasted.
Quote: C.S. Lewis
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