It Was A Long Time Ago Now.

What If We Had A Chance To Do It Again And Again, Until We Finally Did Get It Right? Wouldn't That Be Wonderful?

No Point In Thinking, You Just Have To Get On With Life. We Only Have One After All, We Should Try And Do Our Best. We Can Never Get It Right, But We Must Try.

(although Anyone With Half A Brain Must Surely Be Mired In Existential Gloom All The Time)

It's Been Said That The Men In My Books Have Been Absent, Or Weak, Or Creepy.

Time Was A Thief, He Stole Your Life Away From You And The Only Way You Could Get It Back Was To Outwit Him And Snatch It Right Back.