Running

Sometimes

When the sun was not especially high

He could hear the way his daughter laughed

The way his wife cried

As he watched the gold paint the sea dark purple

From the white sand of the beach

And when he felt guilty

He just turned another glass

And tried desperately to convince himself

That it was all for the best

And that his true paradise was here

And not many long suburban miles away

Reviews

[Pencrafter]

Your poem displays deep feeling and paints a vivid picture. As a suggestion you might consider eliminating the 'suburban' in the last line. Overall, it's a nice, thought-provoking write.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good poem. Memories do catch up with us. Sooner or later we look back and wish we done things better. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[nigrum homonculus]

this was amazing. so short yet so powerful. it really did hit me. well done.

[Corset]

this is so full of longing for what once was, to turn back the clock and do things differently, it moves me, and that is what poetry is all about.