It makes me really sad, sometime, to turn the hands of time around,
and see at last, all I once knew, and know it's lost, no longer found.
And from the height of what I know, how easy now it seems to see,
and how I wish, in that same breath, I'd had that clarity, in me.
And all that was, and never was, has left its mark deep in my core,
and maybe I would wish it gone, but that's just folly, nothing more.
And how to mend what's broken now? I fear it's mine for all my time,
but still I have to carry on, and all of this — so sad, sometime.
http://stihi.ru/2024/06/06/203
so sad. and a hebrew version
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