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I often spend some time alone
Inside a room I find,
That's buried somewhere deep within
The shadows of my mind.
There are no doors or windows in
This room where I abide.
The walls just suddenly appear,
Entrapping me inside.
Upon the walls inside this room
Are mem'ries from my past,
Of things I did, and once held dear,
And things that didn't last.
There's lots of photos from my life -
I look at them and smile -
And wish someway I could return
And linger there awhile.
And there are portraits on the wall
Of people that I've known.
I wonder what's become of them,
And where they all have gone.
There's also things that I have done
Which fill me with regret.
My mind has blocked those memories,
To help me to forget.
And there are also pictures, too
Of how things might have been,
If I had picked a different road
To travel now and then.
If I'd turned right instead of left,
Or gone on straight ahead,
Who knows where I would be today,
Or where the roadway led.
But what's been done cannot be changed,
No matter how I try.
It will not help things in the least
For me to pout and cry.
The future's all that now remains,
And it, I cannot know.
With care and wisdom I can choose
The way that I shall go.
by, James De Gaugh
Inside a room I find,
That's buried somewhere deep within
The shadows of my mind.
There are no doors or windows in
This room where I abide.
The walls just suddenly appear,
Entrapping me inside.
Upon the walls inside this room
Are mem'ries from my past,
Of things I did, and once held dear,
And things that didn't last.
There's lots of photos from my life -
I look at them and smile -
And wish someway I could return
And linger there awhile.
And there are portraits on the wall
Of people that I've known.
I wonder what's become of them,
And where they all have gone.
There's also things that I have done
Which fill me with regret.
My mind has blocked those memories,
To help me to forget.
And there are also pictures, too
Of how things might have been,
If I had picked a different road
To travel now and then.
If I'd turned right instead of left,
Or gone on straight ahead,
Who knows where I would be today,
Or where the roadway led.
But what's been done cannot be changed,
No matter how I try.
It will not help things in the least
For me to pout and cry.
The future's all that now remains,
And it, I cannot know.
With care and wisdom I can choose
The way that I shall go.
by, James De Gaugh