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Regrets

by sloanranger

Too old am I to taste regrets, too many have gone by,

a smorgasbord of every kind, a meal of every size.

Regrets of love there are but few, I gratefully admit

and loss of opportunities are easy to forget.

Like the lover and his loss spoken with a sigh,

opportunities are like buses, every hour one goes by.

 

I try and think sometimes, if the end were near,

what would I wish that I had done, what do I hold most dear?

And when the answers come, could I do it now?

Or what road could I take, to make it right somehow?

And yes, sad thoughts do occur but I try and keep them brief.

I’d rather wallow more in hope than in despair or grief.

2 Responses to Regrets

  1. glynhockey May 29, 2016 at 6:23 PM #

    This will resonate with many of your readers.

  2. sloanranger May 31, 2016 at 5:30 AM #

    Thank you Glyn, for taking the time & your kind comment.

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