Looking back into
resentment´s dark past,
Searching the
regrets that I now deem to ask,
And looking into
my mirror´s weary old eyes,
I go over broken
promises & blatant told lies.
It´s about have
been´s, should have´s & was not’s,
Why´s, would be´s,
would not´s, tied up in knots,
The I wanted´s,
would like´s & that little “I wish”
The spat words,
stamped feet & nasty hurled dish.
And as I muddle
through all the old wasted years,
Shedding all those
silly, shoddy & sorry sad tears,
Asking the inevitable,
why didn´t I, & did I, & why?
Or shouldn´t I have?
Or maybe, could or should I?
Resentments, regrets
& the old questions now asked,
The searching &
questing from my dotage now basked,
Peering through tears
& the pane of my old window sill,
I ask, “Will I?” Oh
boy, of course, & from now I sure will.
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