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ANOTHER DAY WASTED --- please critique

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Another day wasted,
Gone forever,
Never to grace my calendar again.
So many possibilities passed.
Why?
I shouldÂ’ve tried that day,
But I let my chance slip,
And away it went,
Fluttering like a butterfly,
Drunk on its freedom,
While I am here,
Sober on my enslavement.
CouldÂ’ve or shouldÂ’ve,
Too late now for that,
Now itÂ’s nothing but a memory,
Locked up to either be forgotten,
Or painfully remembered,
As a symbol of my futility.
Another day wasted,
Gone forever.
Perhaps tomorrow—
IÂ’ll make something of tomorrow.
Doubtful.