Poem drafts

I used to have love 

I used to have youth

I used to have happiness 

I used to have you

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I have grief

I have shame 

I have age 

I have hate 

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I will forgive

I will thrive 

I will move on 

I will not die 

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Because with age comes wisdom

And with wisdom comes age 

I’ll make better choices next time

I’ve already played this tricky game