Regret
When the end of our journey we reach;
No more footprints to make in the beach;
And most of our memories we choose to forget,
It is those things we didn’t do that we will regret.
Not loving more, when we had a chance;
Not daring to ask for a dance;
Not reaching for that elusive star;
Not once being a bit bizarre.
We may be satisfied in the making of our bed;
We may have been happy with the life we lead;
But we will wonder why we didn’t do more,
As we approach that eternal door.
Regrets – even if they are but a few -
Will cause the tears when our days are then through;
So, be brave and let down your hair
so in the autumn few regrets are left there.
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2013
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