Here's an alternate version which would be more appropriate post Wilson's Heart...

Ten years ago, life was good.

Ten years ago, possibilities seemed endless.

Ten years ago, never could you have foreseen the crash.

Ten years ago, you walked without a cane.

Ten years ago, walking home after drinking was preferred to a bus.

Ten years ago, years of vicodin had not yet warped your mind.

Ten years ago, cutthroat bitch was alive.

Ten years ago, he didn't trust you enough to ask such a favor.

Ten years ago, your loyalty would have wavered.

Ten years ago, you could speak, he listened.

Ten years ago, guilt was not your best friend.