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 misplaced opportunities are easy to forget.
Like the lover of 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.
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РомантикаThese poems are suitable for most ages. A variety of poetry - Love, Knights-in-Shining Armor, passion, revenge and forgiveness. sloanranger Location Here Member Since Jul 03, 2012 Votes Received 24, 340.