Regret Has Two 'Arghs'A Poem by Pete"I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born." - ThoreauDeep inside your craggy, cobwebbed head. No covers to tuck in on deathbed. Too late to repent. Heaven born but hell bent. Dreams are better than reality. Sorrow like rusty nails. Alone, castaway on a deserted island. No tide to carry message in a bottle. Guilt running full throttle. Library book long overdue. Waking up in the morning. No one lying next to you. A tightening noose 'round the neck. Playing over and over like a broken record. Grains of sand stuck between toes. Hurts to remember so many woes. Standing at the airport terminal gate, suitcase in hand, watching your plane take off. Forgetting your umbrella. It's pouring rain again. Not stopping to smell the flowers or count the stars. No ointment to soothe the gaping, sorrowful scars. So many trains left the station. Zigging when should have zagged. Not saying, "I love you." Not holding you tight. ... Bringing a knife to a gunfight ... © 2018 PeteAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on July 26, 2018 Last Updated on July 27, 2018 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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