Appreciating what we have over what we desire is still the art of Angels--every kind.
Below is the poem entitled Side Order of Regret which was written by poet
Roark. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Side Order of Regret
by Odin Roark
Some walk the banks of rivers and shore,
Back alleys and deserted parks,
Such are the questions of eyes pondering
The night people of one’s fantasies;
Those entities wiser perhaps
Than some are willing to enfold as reality.
Stars and moonless nights
Engulf everyday tolerance,
Embellishing fear and question
With hunger for the un-illuminated.
The open-all-night neon engulfs.
The lost sidle up to decision’s banquet table.
Cold plates on the left.
Hot on the right.
The chef of dreams hovers
“Bet you remember 25 cent beer,
And the God-awful olives.
This ain’t a White Horse Bar,
You earned it,
You acknowledge survival
As an unearned trophy.”
That’s how it might go.
Those who traverse Stygian gloom,
Happening upon their midnight-sun smörgåsbord diner,
Where alter ego
Smells the coffee
And prepares to admit,
“Hold that side order of regret.
Having almost everything does just fine.”