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Cry Not Over Spilled Milk

K-ind clime makes one smile, 
R-ain falls on a crying bird; 
I-t's better to accept things, 
S-poken words can't be recovered. 
T-ry not to cry over spilled milk, 
I-t's already gone to waste; 
N-ever be in vain regrets 
E-ven if it has a better taste. 

G-rieve not over spilled milk, for it cannot be undone; 
O-ctober tenth early morn, it's time to see the sun. 

E-xpect the unexpected, 
D-on't mind the broken silk; 
I-t's nice to utter with a laugh, 
C-ry not over spilled milk.

Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017

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My Life in Metaphor

In a time of matters I reflect,
Being forever perspicacious;
Wrong decisions, false steps,
Leading to become fallacious.

In need of caution or I will fall foul,
To be specifically as wise as an owl.

Walking on the edge of normality,
Having doubtful thoughts ahead;
An inclination to sidestep formality,
Often times hanging by a thread.

This is my life and where it abodes,
Feeling my choices are crossroads.

Rash decisions taken with consequences,
The mind and the heart in hopelessness;
Too late to repair the damage contributed,
Leaving me breathing within emptiness.

In this situation I become smirch,
Conducive to a drunkard’s search.

In a time of end matters I reflect,
For my regrets are great and pitiful;
Should I cry over spilled milk?
After which I shall become guileful. 

When finally I become trounced,
I become a dead cat that bounced

Copyright © Dedu Son | Year Posted 2018