All Over Again

I coulda, woulda, shoulda ... and wasted a life away.
Not just mine, but that of another with whom,
I had shared a thought, and a dream or two.

Told a tale or spun a yarn,
sharing both the worst and the best,
not judged or judging, not like the rest.

But where'd it all leave me? What had I gained?
From a coulda, woulda, shoulda ...
now I'll just start the dream--- all over again ...