Those times 
got me
here and
those other 
times will
get me 
there but 
oh this
is neither 
of those 

I have lived 
a life of 
hand me downs 
seconds and forgottens
overlooked used dented
and slightly blemished 
dinged and damaged 
bruised and mealy 
day olds all
sales are final 
kind of things 
but here’s the 
beauty about used
it’s been somewhere 
and done something 
went through stuff 
and still survived 
there’s something to 
be said about 
about those who 
come in last

When last
did we
months ago 
I’d guess 
too short 
to remember 
too short 
to forget 
but forgive 
that has
always been 
mine to 
give you 

The only fool
is the one 
who makes the 
same mistake twice 
convinced that he’s 
reinventing the wheel 
when in fact 
he’s just digging 
himself a hole 
deeper than before 

Try not to 
forget what once 
was had as
one forgives what 
once never was 
for its in
that wee gap
that one lives 
their present life