Missed Opportunities
There was an old man who looked in a mirror.
Skin wrinkled and leathery under his beard.
He gazed and thought back to an earlier time.
Remembered mistakes which added fine lines.
Each crack a chasm, every mark had it's tale.
From lost love to convictions which ended at jail.
As his eyes wandered slowly careful to screen
He saw a particular wrinkle that shook his whole being.
"what if" "could have" and "certainly not"
Pelted his heart, his stomach tied in a knot.
Then the thought faded as quick as it came.
His throat was left swollen, his mind was to blame.
Try as he might his eyes wouldn't shed water
And a single tear never was released to go wander.
His lines and scars remained dry as the desert
His stomach still tied, his mind all a flutter
He never quite realized that that particular mark
Was the one thing he longed for, his mind left in the dark.
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