Sometimes I Weep a Bitter Tear

“The diverging paths of life!” This photograph appeared on the blog page http://julielearner.com/blog/ and is listed by Google as not filtered by a use license.  So the author of this poem is unaware of any restrictions.  The original image can be found at http://julielearner.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/diverging-paths-e1403623821353.jpg.

 

Sometimes I Weep a Bitter Tear

     “…Sadness at life’s misfortunes and pointless meanderings…”

 

Sometimes I weep a bitter tear for "me"s that failed to be

Poor chances took, bad choices made, flaws clutched I didn’t see

But now I’m old, and looking back, with eyes that see anew

What careless acts! And such mistakes! Regrets? … There are a few!

 

Oh how I long to start afresh--to find a better way

To love this more, to hate that less, hold senselessness at bay

But could I find that better path, or still would I ' astray?

I must admit, I wouldn't know 'til life turns cold and gray.

 

And so I guess I’ll wipe my eyes, and dry away this tear

I’ll smile a bit, think cheerful thoughts, and draw my loved ones near

I’ll sigh a sigh, draw in a breath, and try to find life’s good

To end my days in peacefulness--to end it as it should

 

©2014, Richard Puetter

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Reviews

[Anthony M Smith Jr]

Ha ho
My friend I sure enjoyed your words and understand them feelings. I too go over my past, present and wonder what the future may have in store for me.
Mistakes are regrets and if we do not make them how are we to learn life lessons. I hope all is good for you and yours and light and life!

[Fran Marie]

we can only wonder what might have been had we made different choices in life...think we all

wonder and ponder these things as we age ...and would we do it all the again/same...more than not

I think the answer is yes for most people... wonderfully penned piece

[Ibidun]

lovely words, lovely rhythm and best of all i love the fact that i can sing with this one.

[MomzillaNC]

Lovely and poignant. We all look back and wonder what we might have done different. If we're very lucky, we have a moment or moments in Life that define us. I, for example, would suffer every indignity, every torment that led to the 'me' my husband came to love. I would live again through every longing and trial of life that took us up to the birth of our son. I simply couldn't risk changing one moment -- I could never risk that such a change might make me miss out on my now.