Poetry About Regret And Trying To Forget
|Raise a glass to yesterday, my friends.|
Raise a glass.
Toast to all that’s gone and been,
to mistakes long past.
Burning like a wicker bridge
Bright within my soul.
Rusted through the fender with
the horror they behold.
So, raise a glass to yesterday, my friends.
Let’s raise a glass
Filled to the brim with forgetfulness
of the sins long past.
That we may never live
again, that frightful day.
Or view upon the memories
that rot our heart away.
So raise a glass to yesterday, my friends.
Let’s raise a glass.
I’ll drink until I forget again,
or I’ll drink until my last.