Retrospection
If I had a bunch of time to do it all againI would indeed choose a kinder path
I would unravel tapestries woven with such pain
Choosing colours of a lesser wrath
I think perhaps in retrospect I lived my life too fast
Wrapped in a cocoon which I shall call I
A gene denoting flaws in the dye that I was cast
Devoid those thoughts which make of others cry
I wish I had spent more time in my mothers tender arms
And not seek paths that brought to her such shame
I wish I were bereft of ego and false fatal charm
Those twins that brought to others so much pain
And if I had that bunch of time I surely would now seek
To show my child that I indeed do care
Erasing memories of those tears upon her cheek
Those ones she shed because I was not there
Sometimes I lay awake at night lost in a complex web
With thoughts no other man would wish to know
An endless trail of faces parading past my lonely bed
All those good ladies that did to me love show
Why it is that I can never know love until its gone
Why so cavalier with others dreams
Why the listener not the singer of that sweetest song
And why does my love only show in reams
Yes if I could that tapestry weave again anew
Ridding all those colours tinged with shame
investing time and truthfulness in those another hue
My blaze of colour temperate in it's flame
For if I could and would divest of so much complexity
Knowing the colour honesty is pure and bright
Then I would be another and not at all like me
And I would never know of darkest night.
Brendan.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-11-12 at 15:34
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