Tom Kesting Poet Bio

The Trophy Rack

I was born high in the mountains where the air is cool...
Was taught early to work hard but didn't do well in school.

Now I am older and wiser and my head is gray...
And sometimes full of regret that my life didn't go
another way.

I am not sad because life has been good...
But there are things I would change if I could.

I guess we all have regrets of things that were...
And there are parts of my life that are now a blur.

But once you're here you can't go back...
So you file your memories on the trophy rack.

Then you sit and stare and wonder why...
And hope you come up with a good answer before you die.

                              TK<><

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