gnawing at my soul
I have no where else to go
reigning over my brain
without a care for pain
looking back without any possibility
of gaining that lost opportunity
turning into a pillar of salt
my life cannot continue;it will halt
what can reverse this dreaded regret
first, know that chance is gone and I must forget
second, proceed with my vitality
for while I was looking back in pity
engulfing my life was a new opportunity
third, and most important of all
one must never forfeit or fall
learn to rise in the occasion and cope
for the enemy of regret is dear hope
the past will always creep upon me
my job is to, with my will, make it flee
it must not prevail
or I will inevitably fail
I will look unto the future
with the lessons I have come to nurture
keeping my eyes constantly on the prize
before long that dreaded regret will become
a shrivelled petal that with a gentle wind of hope
is gone.
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