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Regrets
Author: Mark Spencer

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Here I lay, awaiting my death,
Counting down to my final breath.
My mind is so full of regrets,
It dwells on my misdeeds and debts.

Through the years I lost touch with friends,
And the wound this caused never mends.
My best friend died six years ago.
Until last year, I didnít know.

Lord I wish we hadnít lost touch.
But I guess Iím asking too much.
I just wish we could turn back time,
So that I could undo this crime.

But some seeds we cannot un-sow,
With one hundred breaths left to go.
And before I get down to one,
Lord Iíd so love to see my son.

He hasnít come to visit me.
I wasnít a good dad you see.
I asked far too much from the boy,
My demands took away his joy.

He just wanted to have a say,
To navigate life his own way.
And isnít that everyoneís goal,
To become our own unique soul?

Once upon a time it was mine.
But I let my dad redefine
The person Iíd grow up to be,
ĎTil I couldnít recognize me.

I wish I had each of these back.
Then maybe weíd both be on track.
And perhaps before life is done,
I could say goodbye to my son.

Happiness was all my boy sought.
Itís a goal that I once forgot.
To become a clone of my dad,
I gave up the dreams that I had.

And now here I lay in this bed,
In eighty four breaths Iíll be dead.
And the trauma of my regrets
Is giving my body the sweats.

I wish I had followed my dreams,
And sailed my ship on different streams.
I wish I hadnít worked so much,
Or let it cause me to lose touch,

With friends that I had long ago,
A son I never got to know.
And now I have run out of time,
With just me to blame for this crime.

And my guilt will join me in death.
Iím down to my last sixteen breaths.
I never thought Iíd die this way;
All alone on my final day.

And as my last breath fills my chest.
I am still unable to rest.
For the spirit never forgets.
Death cannot erase my regrets.

What happens next, I canít say.
Youíll see for yourself one fine day.
Death is what the journey begets.
Last breaths are no place for regrets.

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Comments on this poem/writing:

Wess (166.137.246.128) -- Tuesday, November 4 2014, 04:25 am

Amazing

This is an absolute masterpiece! But these captcha SUCK!! This is my nineth attempt at posting this message!!
Megan (166.137.246.125) -- Sunday, November 9 2014, 08:43 am

What a wonderful message!

This is a really great message, and a lesson that everyone should learn. We should all try to tie up our loose ends before we run out of time. And Wess, I agree about the captcha. Thi kind sucks.
Joseph C Ogbonna (41.71.163.94) -- Thursday, November 13 2014, 01:31 pm

I have never seen something like this before.

I have never seen something like this before.This is absolutely emotional, thought provoking and to say the least 'touching'.I felt like shedding tears while I was reading this poem.
 
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