On the Rock River he was a lifeguard,
Saved 70 plus lives, which made him proud, happy too
Later in life he was divorced, even shot, life is hard
Then Alzheimer's got him, no way to rescue.
He saved lives before he learned to lead them
He was governor, president, now it’s all a blur
How many of our youth remember Ronald Reagan
Alzheimer’s of a generation can also occur.
Sending Marines into Lebanon was his biggest mistake
240 blown up by explosives in a truck
Responsibility's risk is in what you can break
There was nowhere else to pass the buck.
Reagan heart was in the right place
of good reforms he did plenty
He did his best, but if only he knew
In the fog only hindsight is 20/20.
We must move forward from moments of the past
The rearview portrays a world that no longer is there
A moment in time on the clock that was never meant to last
These are fleeting moments of the mind that everyone shares
Time is a lovely illusion that everyone loves to hate
The clock is a reminder of the vulnerability and limits of time
It continuously moves us forward to our inevitable ultimate fate
Our memories are a way for many to reminisce and press rewind
In this way we travel in time back to the many places we have been
Remembering a life that was there but, in a sense, never really was
Places captured as pictures in our minds that we would love to see again
Hindsight is 20/20 but also a very unforgiving judge
Remember to live each moment as if you'll never see it again
Share your time & yourself with all those you truly love
they say "hindsight is 20/20"
is it easy to validate what is behind us
like a storm that causes mass destruction and death
get indemnity for what is lost, even when it's time?
spring had sprung, winter clung
no way to vitiate the damage being done
as we sit inside looking out
watching nothing but time passing by
even shadows are stilled in silence
while we stare across the horizon's edge
at morning's rise and fall
counting stars more than days
just to fill the voids in life
we patiently await for something more
seeing our tears trickle from skies
as our screams fall from birds gathering nearby
volant in their freedom while we are caged
trying to find our way out of this maze
that 2020 has become...
awaiting on hindsight
5/23/2020
What a difference it would make
To learn early in life
How to recognize true friends
I remember one specific moment
When I was young
And had to chose between friends
It was a life altering decision
A turning point
I was only twelve but I so clearly remember
Realizing at that very moment I would regret it
Without knowing why or how long
It turns out I would pay for a long time
I naively thought there are
Unlimited second chances in life
And that opportunities abound
Not so
Heed that inside voice when it says you might regret it
It might be warning you that you are lacking courage
And setting a downward trend
Of course hindsight is 20/20
Be bold and trust that inside voice
Avoid the easy road
Stand tall and take pride in your choice
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Why do we always become aware of things when it’s too late
The unconscious mind screaming to closed ears just wait
And you know the saying hindsight is 20/20, well some are looking the wrong way
Gasping for one last breath, when fate is instinctive, and we just opened the wrong gate
Stumbling down a dark road, getting drunk off your indecisive thought, and getting lost in a maybe
Going anywhere but up
Sipping from the finest glass when all we need is a cup
Your no cannot see clearly and your yes comes about rarely
So, you always leave a p.s. explaining all your wishful maybes
In essence this is just a post script, explaining my life in a long p.s.
because we all have regrets or things, we wished we would have said
We’re constantly writing little nothings in life
that mean everything in someone else’s head
This is my afterthought
p.s. a heart beating but dead...
if only death would come
knocking
when it needed to be paid
attention to,
when its reality & inevitability
could solve so very many
fruitless & futile arguments
which rip & tear up
loving relationships,
families that normally stick
together &
warm friendships gone so
cold.
if death showed its face
after that first little lie,
after that first slip up,
after that first wrong thing said,
after that first rubbing of
the wrong way,
after that first stupid action,
it might bring one’s
priorities to
light, in the way that it always
will,
eventually,
if you care about someone.
death levels us all,
it mellows one out,
it stops a flow of unprofitable
anger, which has pulsated through
the years,
by killing of every friend one has &
leaving a solitary individual alone
with the notion that,
there had been hardly any time at all
spent with them &
how quickly all those relationships had
broke apart like an egg that can crashing
down on the concrete---
all due to a matter of little significance
when seen in retrospect.
yes, we all know “hindsight is 20/20,”
but if death would come knocking
(but alas, not killing), there would be a
lot less arguing over
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Haunted by words
I wrote so long ago
Then the meaning was unclear
But now I know
I didn't quite understand
The words I wrote then
But it's clear to see a premonition
Spilled from my pen
It seems like we're always waiting
For something
Instead of just living
Three simple verses
Amateur, I'm aware
But back then I was just starting
And really didn't care
The premonition part
Is very easy to see
And I think of that statement
You'd readily agree
Hindsight is 20/20
We'll never know what we've lost til it's gone
At this point you probably think
I'm saying you're completely wrong
I understand why you're hesitant
For your soul she practically did kill
But just because she broke your heart
Doesn't mean that I will
It seems like we're always waiting
For something
Instead of just living
conclusions drawn in crimson
they're the hardest to erase
as is seeps from every pore
pooling on the tile like waste
I guess some would call it
a bitter aftertaste
it shrouds like a hooded cape
never quite fading away
it's there in all of my dreams
remaining here when I wake
gnawing like a critter
that is trying to satiate
is it all illusion?
a cruel magicians trick
a smoke and mirror side-show
the sleight of hand is quick
now you see it, then you don't
one quick glimpse, before it goes
it's a double edged sword
that I have fallen upon
it is the fickle hand of fate
and maybe it could be worse
the whole thing has me pondering
if I could have changed the course
hindsight is 20/20
you don't need glasses to see
it is hard to change directions
in the middle of what will be
they once said...
five years and
seven months
kicked in the head
between the brew and bottle
a nightly lecture'
to swallow,
"tear in me cereal...
kind of like my nightly beerial...
to conjure pureness
of sleep,
without more strength
to weep,
for I've used all
my best material..."
I yearn for the day
when all was belived true,
When smiles dined
and drank new wine
of Pigs that often flew...
When I had thought
(in confidence)
our union wouldn't end,
but now, day 2020
I've lost my only friend...
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