Here is a light bit of verse from our resident poet. It expresses sentiment that most of us can understand. The niggling thought that perhaps we could have done things differently.

Only the Present

Springs a wish upon a thought,

The past still yet to come,

Held loosely in a drifting clasp

Of hedonistic fun;

I clamber forth in humid hope,

A life too quick, it seems,

And steal a glance to yesterday

And countless, wasted dreams.

Antán Ó Dála an Rí

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