One night, when I was 20
I went to bed
When I awoke
I was 30
For every roll of joy
There is one strand of regret
I could have been better
I could have done better
Now I go to bed
And think of things to be
Will I embrace 40
Willingly without regret
Or will it sneak upon me
Before I bid farewell to 30
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