![]() Too lateA Poem by Joan Davis![]() Sorting through regrets![]()
The pile of lost years is growing
in the corner of my mind. Crinkled up discarded dreams showing nothing for the wasted time. While the future, I fear was something, I meant to start long ago. Indecision left me with nothing. Time waits for no one, I know. At one time my train was heading to A city, alive and bright. But I missed the stop, and drove right through The next stop is not in sight. © 2016 Joan Davis |
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1 Review Added on December 17, 2016 Last Updated on December 17, 2016 Author![]() Joan DavisMAAboutNew to posting my writing. In my spare time I also enjoy painting and drawing, photography, hiking, cooking, and anything to do with music. more..Writing
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