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Created: 04/03 2007
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Life

We only get one chance, no retries, no repeats.
We are actors in play we haven't rehearsed for.
If at the end you have regrets,
Then you have missed the point.
Life, it's said, is set in concrete,
Our destinies written for us.
But really, life is what we make it.

It's about choices, right or wrong.
It's about love.
It's about being the best person you can.
But most of all, its not about the destination,
But about how you got there.

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On May 17th 2007 amptone Said: 
amptone Damn, now you sound like me. I like this one, I can relate to it very well. I buck, buck, BUCK the system and believe that life IS what you make it. VERY well written!
On April 8th 2007 tink198 Said: 
tink198 This is a great poem, I really like it.