Kenneth R. Merrill Poet Carpe Diem

Things I Failed To Do

How odd a thing to later learn,
That life is but a day—
It is the the leaf of summertime 
Than come autumn blows away.

In my youth it was forever,
Or so it seemed to be—
Ah, the wonder of a child 
Who was very much like me.

I should have climbed that rugged Oak,
Or a classic picture drew—
My last regrets will likely be
The things I failed to do.

Death, I know, will have its day,
It is true of mice and men—
But O the things I could achieve 
Were I simply born again!

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Charmaine Chircop July 11, 2019 at 2:27 PM Its never too late to say "Never" :) Love this poem..Yes when we're in our teens Life seems long and forever...The older we grow..the wiser we become to realize that life is short..yet till the last day we're here on earth..we can live that day as our first..Loved your poem :) Charmaine Chircop July 13, 2019 at 8:11 AM I just need some inspiration and more time on my hands..and yep maybe grab that pen again :) Kenneth R. Merrill July 12, 2019 at 11:57 AM Hi Charmaine! And you’re right, in our teens we are immortal, but as we age we lose the “im” in favor of mortality. What is left? Carpe Diem, hopefully. Thanks for commenting, my dear. Have an awesome weekend—pen in hand, perhaps? :)

Sand Blown July 6, 2019 at 11:01 PM we turn around and its like our turns around the corner : ) sheeesh Kenneth R. Merrill July 7, 2019 at 2:35 PM The all too fleeting years, now days—till life is reduced to minutes, then seconds, then...