Practice Makes Perfect

Once upon a great long time,
In a life so far away,
I was a different man,
Before this one came to stay.

Dreams of fame and fortune
Were mine to have and hold;
Each day was an adventure
And each cloud was lined with gold.

Heedless of the dawning
Of a time so far away,
I spent my youth so freely,
Living only for the day.

Heads far wiser than my own
Spoke of trouble to the fore,
And warned of coming changes,
But I still ignored their lore.

Looking back now on my life,
I could wish for days gone by,
But now I view the future
With a much more practiced eye!


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