Regrets of a Dying Day
Consider how the shades of night befall,
Shutting out the last of pleasurable delights
While regrets of a dying day well up as gall.
They linger in the mind as sleep would fall
And struggle against each other in fights,
Consider how the shades of night befall.
One lies waiting for peaceful voices to call
The mind searches for well-reasoned insights,
While regrets of a dying day well up as gall.
Wrestling with one’s mind geared up to stall
The moment one turns out the bedside lights,
Consider how the shades of night befall.
In spite of every effort not to engage recall
The mind chooses to review the day’s plights,
While regrets of a dying day well up as gall.
Before the last yawn, one’s thoughts appall
As the spirit soars to unfathomable heights,
Consider how the shades of night befall
While regrets of a dying day well up as gall.
written February 5, 2022
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