Red Wine and Regret

None of that mattered, since 
We were both young;
Lines were yes crossed, but
The jury was hung —

And so we lined up for
The medicine ball:
The last ones to dance, but
The first ones to fall —

Our time was spent then on
Red wine and regret;
And I’ve been found out, but
You haven’t left yet —

But none of that matters, since
We are both old;
Our lines written out, but
Our tale not yet told.

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