so many regrets

so many regrets and yet I walk
humble and erect though I will not
be goodbye or left behind

so many moments gone
so many chances to enrich the here
to find an even greater way
to conclude what must be done

late summer excess melts
like honey in a cup of tea
the ice blue sky lies
trees mumble in the green

I am the observer of I
where wine transforms perception
into more short time

---
July 5 2018




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2018-07-09 at 06:48

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Any one who says they have no regrets
really should get a life!
Ken
2018-07-09