Hi, Once read something that stuck with me;

My neighbours throat I didn't cut
My neighbours gold I never stole
But I am haunted day and night
By all the goods deeds left undone
Oh unattempted loneliness
Oh costly valour never won

Does this have to be here or do I
leave it out, I don't know any more.
I can't hold on to whatever it is.
But remorse is for something one did.
I'm about as lost as one can be.
But I here a remark saying, you can
do so much, so much potential.
What does the little boy do for
an encore. So sad, so sad.

DB