M.C.
There, you know who you are. And here is her work.
Regret
In Life:
There’s a point when you realize that you’ve simply gone too far.
You’d do anything to set all the clocks (and the world) back a day.
Then maybe you could fix what had been done, in some way.
Yet, there is no way, no special power, and no magical star.
You are stuck with this horrible feeling you cannot change.
If you had stopped a moment sooner—a precious sliver of time—
You’d never have reached this point where pain sits like slime…
While you question whether salvation is within your range.
You want to take back all of bad the things you’ve done and said.
You long to make time fly—so it all goes away.
You wish to forget and to be forgotten.
You hate all the voices, the tears, the sorrow.
After Death:
There’s a silence that causes you to realize you have missed out.
You’d give anything to have a second chance to set it all right.
Then maybe you wouldn’t be sad and alone all through the night.
Yet, there is no new option and no chance to take a different route.
You are stuck with the memories of the life that you’ve lost.
If you had only known a little more—a handful of life’s secrets—
You’d never have reached this point where thoughts trap like nets…
While you wonder whether your heart is colder than frost.
You want time to do the good things you should’ve done and said.
You long to replay all the time you wasted away.
You wish to remember or to be remembered.
You miss everything, even the voices, the tears, the sorrow.
Learn to cherish joy that fades today,
And sorrow that may come tomorrow…
Or learn…
To live and die
In Life:
There’s a point when you realize that you’ve simply gone too far.
You’d do anything to set all the clocks (and the world) back a day.
Then maybe you could fix what had been done, in some way.
Yet, there is no way, no special power, and no magical star.
You are stuck with this horrible feeling you cannot change.
If you had stopped a moment sooner—a precious sliver of time—
You’d never have reached this point where pain sits like slime…
While you question whether salvation is within your range.
You want to take back all of bad the things you’ve done and said.
You long to make time fly—so it all goes away.
You wish to forget and to be forgotten.
You hate all the voices, the tears, the sorrow.
After Death:
There’s a silence that causes you to realize you have missed out.
You’d give anything to have a second chance to set it all right.
Then maybe you wouldn’t be sad and alone all through the night.
Yet, there is no new option and no chance to take a different route.
You are stuck with the memories of the life that you’ve lost.
If you had only known a little more—a handful of life’s secrets—
You’d never have reached this point where thoughts trap like nets…
While you wonder whether your heart is colder than frost.
You want time to do the good things you should’ve done and said.
You long to replay all the time you wasted away.
You wish to remember or to be remembered.
You miss everything, even the voices, the tears, the sorrow.
Learn to cherish joy that fades today,
And sorrow that may come tomorrow…
Or learn…
To live and die
With the burden of regret.
Now, my response to her work. Which is supposed to be something along the lines of a description of what we feel the poem or work is about and how much we enjoyed it, blah, blah, blah.....
My Response:
Regret
In Life:
There’s a point, when too far going
You continue on, full well knowing
That one step more will mean the end
Of situation or of friend.
But the choices, your’s to make,
To have and hold or eat the cake.
Are made by you, and you alone
There’s no regret to bemoan.
Resolve to speak
Resolve to act
To move with couth or move with tact.
Or full ahead respect for none
Words are said and deeds are done.
Search not for star or special power
Stand firm and know that every hour
You commanded all about
What came in and what went out.
In Death:
Your lot is cast, no sense to ponder
No past to weep, no place to wander
You missed out on nothing, you’re the one
Deeds were done or deeds undone
Your one regret what were it met
Would have been to have had
There’s a point, when too far going
You continue on, full well knowing
That one step more will mean the end
Of situation or of friend.
But the choices, your’s to make,
To have and hold or eat the cake.
Are made by you, and you alone
There’s no regret to bemoan.
Resolve to speak
Resolve to act
To move with couth or move with tact.
Or full ahead respect for none
Words are said and deeds are done.
Search not for star or special power
Stand firm and know that every hour
You commanded all about
What came in and what went out.
In Death:
Your lot is cast, no sense to ponder
No past to weep, no place to wander
You missed out on nothing, you’re the one
Deeds were done or deeds undone
Your one regret what were it met
Would have been to have had
Regret.
©2006Wrench Devil/WrenchDevil6
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