A chap that is flown
Into the desert brown
Searching for a town
To work and settle down.
Whishing to regain
The lost wealth be back again
While health will sustain
Despite of the rising pain.
Regrets is like a tail
Occurs not before you sail
And if baloney acts you will not nail
Your better destiny will fail.
A healed wound
Leaving a scar that is bound
But overcoming safe and sound
And changes you had found.
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