Decisions made, the poem you write,
Hold hidden meaning from your sight.
Will never soothe a welling tear
Or aptly tame a childhood fear.
A retrospect of yesterday
Won't reassemble for display
Or paint a canvased future doubt,
As colors dimmed by years fade out.
Just as the roads you chose ahead
No longer trace the steps you tread.
How dull the scattered remnants bought
And not the glittered gold you sought.
Copyright © Gene Bourne | Year Posted 2014
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