Too late

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.

Reviews

[Michael X]

I enjoy the way this poem expresses life, learning, growing old and moving on so eloquently. Lost memories, and futures unknown, this poem speaks directly to the heart, nice job!