A Promethean RegretA Poem by Ken e BujoldI wish you could rewind a reel, play back all the bitter bits; edit for
clarity I wish we could take
I would, if we could, skip the turned
down pages, I wish we could take back all the heart aches.
I wish we could have sailed our little sloop, found Port Hope's sheltered harbor; come ashore before Saint Elmo's fire burnt us down to the timberline; packed an extra life
preserver: all the turning tides.
What I wonder, had I never wandered, strayed the course for want of new found pleasures; if I'd stayed and struggled through the apathy, made myself a bed of roses, thorns and all: could we take back all those damning heart aches.
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5 Reviews Added on September 22, 2022 Last Updated on September 22, 2022 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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