The Yield Sign
Forgotten hopes and needs,
Friends or family long gone,
Travels that should have been
On smooth roads,
Doors that never opened,
It could really hurt.
We never saw what we wanted to see,
We never got what we wanted to get,
We never had what we thought we should have,
Whether it was by our own fault,
Or some other power -
We always watched it move into the distance-
What else is there to life,
But always bidding farewell?
Comments on this poem/writing:
|mental (18.104.22.168) -- Thursday, May 8 2014, 01:33 am|
yep ,you got that right.
|Luke (22.214.171.124) -- Sunday, May 25 2014, 06:06 pm|
I used to look at it like that too..
if you always live in the past, then you will always wonder what if, you will always be dissapointed because no matter what, even if you accomplished 99% of what you set out to do, you'll wonder what if about that 1 percent.. live in the present, not looking back unless with smiles, that past led you to this present, and this present you can always, know matter what, make the most of..smile, it's easier on the body :)
|shiloh (126.96.36.199) -- Saturday, May 31 2014, 04:29 am|
you're right, Luke - thank you.
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