Author: Barbara Goodhew
Some regret what they have done.
Feeling guilty for what we did.
Some regret what wasn't done.
We think oh some day I'll do that.
We end up finding excuses,
of why we can't do that.
A trauma makes us see we can't put off.
A near death experience change of personality,
may make some scoff.
It's a shame to learn how to live,
We have to come close to death.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|MC (184.108.40.206) -- Saturday, July 15 2006, 02:17 am|
The last 2 lines say it all. We think we have endless tomorrows, and we waste so many todays. Great reminder, Barb.
|barb (220.127.116.11) -- Saturday, July 15 2006, 03:00 am|
Thanks MC. Yea,even the wrong things we do that we get hurt at ,is better then wondering what could have been. having the regret of not trying.
Given a second chance, is when we realize we have to take chances in life. And learn never to do that again ,that hurt.lol
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