Regrets
- alongtimegone
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Regrets
The old man sat on a paint chipped bench,
unregarded by passers by.
But one, a child, with inquisitive mind,
who perceiving the trace of a tear in his eye
climbed onto the bench and sat close beside
and spoke with a candour, as only a child
can effect; uninhibited, curious, but gentle.
The old man looked down and he smiled.
“Why are you crying”? inquired the boy.
“Are you sad because you are old?
And have you been sitting alone all day?
Can I help? Are you lost? Are you cold?”
“Lost? Cold? Yes I am both.
Though not in the fashion you speak.
My clothes though old, are close and warm
and no undisclosed shelter I seek.
I am sad for words I neglected to say;
for smiles I declined to return.
For compassion, charity, faith and love
and ties I chose only to spurn.
I weep for virtues I scorned in others;
temperance, humility, trust.
I am old as you note and I’ve much to regret
of my life. Now I do what I must,
to lighten the carry, to temper the pain,
to search beyond me for peace.
For the silence of mind that I’m craving;
for the sweet nothingness of release.
But this discourse won’t lighten my burden.
Wipe the slate of these myriad regrets.
Confessing my self absorbed essence,
won’t balance my tally of debts.
So I sit here young man, in this quiet place
sensing my time is near.
And I thank you for listening; for caring.
Though much I have spoken I fear,
is confusing to someone so youthful.
But let me just say as we part.
Let that warmth and that tenderness guide you.
Journey always with love in your heart.
Wazza
unregarded by passers by.
But one, a child, with inquisitive mind,
who perceiving the trace of a tear in his eye
climbed onto the bench and sat close beside
and spoke with a candour, as only a child
can effect; uninhibited, curious, but gentle.
The old man looked down and he smiled.
“Why are you crying”? inquired the boy.
“Are you sad because you are old?
And have you been sitting alone all day?
Can I help? Are you lost? Are you cold?”
“Lost? Cold? Yes I am both.
Though not in the fashion you speak.
My clothes though old, are close and warm
and no undisclosed shelter I seek.
I am sad for words I neglected to say;
for smiles I declined to return.
For compassion, charity, faith and love
and ties I chose only to spurn.
I weep for virtues I scorned in others;
temperance, humility, trust.
I am old as you note and I’ve much to regret
of my life. Now I do what I must,
to lighten the carry, to temper the pain,
to search beyond me for peace.
For the silence of mind that I’m craving;
for the sweet nothingness of release.
But this discourse won’t lighten my burden.
Wipe the slate of these myriad regrets.
Confessing my self absorbed essence,
won’t balance my tally of debts.
So I sit here young man, in this quiet place
sensing my time is near.
And I thank you for listening; for caring.
Though much I have spoken I fear,
is confusing to someone so youthful.
But let me just say as we part.
Let that warmth and that tenderness guide you.
Journey always with love in your heart.
Wazza
- Shelley Hansen
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Re: Regrets
Just beautiful, Wazza!
These are such sad lines ...
Cheers
Shelley
These are such sad lines ...
For all of us - may our contentment in years well-lived outweigh our burden of regrets.Confessing my self absorbed essence,
won’t balance my tally of debts.
Cheers
Shelley
Shelley Hansen
Lady of Lines
http://www.shelleyhansen.com
"Look fer yer profits in the 'earts o' friends,
fer 'atin' never paid no dividends."
(CJ Dennis "The Mooch o' Life")
Lady of Lines
http://www.shelleyhansen.com
"Look fer yer profits in the 'earts o' friends,
fer 'atin' never paid no dividends."
(CJ Dennis "The Mooch o' Life")
- Catherine Lee
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Re: Regrets
So sad and yet so lovely Wazza - a truly beautiful poem with a message for us all and that last line should be everyone's motto. Well done!
- alongtimegone
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Re: Regrets
Thank you Shelley and Catherine. It took a while to complete this piece. I knew what I wanted to say but spent a bit of time finding the way to say it. Actually I was glad to get to the last verse finally.
Wazza
Wazza
- thestoryteller
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Re: Regrets
To look back on one's journey of life brings many reflections Wazza.
I do have a sadness for the younger generation today as I fear they face a real challenge ahead.
Enjoyed the read mate.
Merv.
I do have a sadness for the younger generation today as I fear they face a real challenge ahead.
Enjoyed the read mate.
Merv.
Some days your the pidgeon and other days the statue.
- alongtimegone
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Re: Regrets
Thanks Merv.
- Wendy Seddon
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Re: Regrets
Beautiful poem, just beautiful.
Wen de Rhymewriter There is nothing mundane about the ordinary.
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Re: Regrets
I haven't been spending a lot of time reading these sites of late, I am glad I took the time to read this one, great mate.
Ross
- alongtimegone
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Re: Regrets
Thank you Owly and Ross. Very much appreciated.
Wazza
Wazza