Author Gustave Kahn Why pick at old wounds? It was so long ago. All is well finished that causes Remembrances of spring. Why dwell on the past? But your heart betrays That other old regret Of fond times with another. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments