Many a road travelled
many an avenue explored
wound down many a lane
but now a ship that's moored
Many a chance been given
many a nettle been grasped
opportunities passed by
windows of time lapsed
Many a comforting word received
many a hand that's fed
bitten too many poisoned apples
well meaning hearts been bled
Many a day been frittered away
many a night stayed black
left a job, left for good
wisdom says, never go back
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