3 am musings about life

This was ping ponging around my skull stopping me from sleeping, so here ya go

I've been a liar, and I've been a thief

I didn't always walk in the light

Never did want to be someones Soldier

Never wanted to be the white Knight

Now here I stand, whisky in hand

wondering what I did with my life

Now understanding the things that I missed

all of those things well they cut like a knife

Now I ain't no winner and I may be a sinner

but sometimes I think that that's just as well

Its harder to walk up that stairway to heaven

Then it is to ride down that Highway to Hell

All  the dumb things i did In my youth

those are the things that keep me awake

friendships I've poisoned and promises broken

These are the things that make my heart ache

opportunities missed, lips never kissed

seems like my karma is mostly in debt

You add up the good and subtract the bad

and wisdom's the sum of all our regrets

Now I ain't no winner and I may be a sinner

but sometimes I think that that's just as well

Its harder to walk up that stairway to heaven

Then it is to ride down that Highway to Hell

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is the best expression I've ever read that reflects that excruciating feeling of looking back over one's life & mistakes & misdeeds & good intentions. Similar to my "Back When I Was a S**t" poem, your poem feels like there's an underlying note of forgiveness, forgiving oneself even as we rake ourselves over the coals for being such fools. Your "stairway/highway" line is truly God-given! That's too clever & perfectly stated to be legal! I'm going away very jealous becuz you dug deeper than I did in my poem of a similar vein . . . you dug deep into the crevice where all the creepy crawlies live on forever! I wish everyone could feel such a healthy balance of self-love & regret when they look back (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Misterr Remeat]

Thanks!
I am at the age where I look back and go WTF was I thinkin'. I truly think that if you have no regrets then you haven't really lived. Hugs back at ya!

[emipoemi]

I second Margie's comments. I couldn't find the words to express my taking from it, and she put it nicely enough for me to get behind. You have crafted what I believe is your best piece - word of freaking honour - but there are minor aspects, if you don't mind my pointing out, that highlight its imperfections (and in this case, imperfections that mar the poem far more than aid):

- because you say "someone's soldier", you would be best to say "someone's knight" instead, because that repetition is a breath of holy kwap since the first is a gut punch in itself, but the repetition is ramming it further.

- "It's harder to walk up the stairway......THAN" (not "then").

- then you have a couple of musicality oddities that take away from the brilliant magic that you weave through this piece, and it would be advisable to take a look at, for with a poem this good, perfection would evoke a catharsis beyond imagination. Well done overall, though. This is tremendous.

[Misterr Remeat]

Thanks for the advice. appreciate it.I tend to hustle things out of my head, yell "DONE" and that's that. then I notice the mistakes afterwards.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Could be a rap song or a country ballad sung by anyone with a guitar and voice slowly
Loved this

[Misterr Remeat]

It'd have to be some one with a good voice. My singing has been known to cause gastrointestinal distress among marsupials and cats. =8-]

[Beccy]

Lorry directed me here; glad he did, as this is a stunningly good poem and was so perfectly paced in my mind as I read it, that it I couldn't help but imagine it being set to music.

And you are so right about those regrets being part of life and living.

Beccy.

[Misterr Remeat]

Glad you stopped by! Most of what I write is lyrically contrived in the hopes that someone can sing it.

[Lorry]

GET OUT OF MY HEAD, MAN! 😀
I think a much less eloquent version of this every time I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and have the nerve to make eye contact with the most part, stranger who looks back. I usually just swear at the reflection, blame him for everything and go back to bed. 😀
Reflecting on our faults can be healthy, butit can also lead to wondering... "How many me's am I?
No wonderI hide under the covers 😀

[Misterr Remeat]

The worst part is when my reflection gives ME the finger and goes back to bed!