Trail of Regrets
Times spent most unwisely, unkindly
are each marked on this journey of ours
with a cairn of regret; small reminders
strewn by our souls like rancid breadcrumbs,
untouched, even by the hungriest of birds
not to stain the past, but to steer the present
and with hope, to sweeten the future
Copyright © David Brown | Year Posted 2014
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