When It's Gone Poem by Audrey Heller

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Audrey Heller

Audrey Heller

Bronx, New York/ Now residing in Florida

When It's Gone



I'm sure you've heard people say,
when you haven't got it anymore,
you miss it the most, when it's gone.
It's kind of sad, it comes as an after
thought, but it's time you have to
move on. Isn't it ironic, people don't
appreciate what they've got? They
miss out on so many things, believe
it or not. There's no use in fretting
what might have been, as no one
could see, what was lying in store.
We know there's no way, we can
turn back the clock. Just accept
what is today, tomorrow and
ever more!

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Audrey Heller

Audrey Heller

Bronx, New York/ Now residing in Florida
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