My Dad 3
My Dad 3
By: Tom Wright
11-18-2019
I had words which remained unsaid,
The night before Dad departed this life.
There were some I wish I hadn’t said,
Being harsh, they cut just like a knife,
Words that will haunt me to my grave,
Placing me in this bed in which I wallow.
To this memory I’m now a periodic slave,
I’ve found regret is a bitter pill to swallow.
One never knows what the next day brings,*
And once the arrow is released, it returns no more.
Tom
*James 4:14
“Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.”
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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