Regrets

In the later years on looking back On the winding road that I tread It disturbs this mans waking mind To think of follies I then fed

Though time eases my thoughts passing

and dulls the raking pain of years

It never really cleans the slate

nor wipes away the stain of tears

 

I look back upon my lost days

there find mans never ending plea

To right the wrongs of my past

that weigh so heavily on me

 

In the later years on looking back

from the winding road that I tread

It disturbs this mans waking mind

to think of follies I once fed

 

Don't weigh on your life foolishly

or the lesson you may just find

 He who feared you shared his weakness

was more loving than he was kind

 

Author's Note

Strange it is to find out too late.That the ones we love, loved us as well. And in looking at us saw themselves. When I was young everyone over 30 was an idiot.The older I got. The smarter they seemed. And the more foolish I felt. The one thing my father said to me that I never forgot was this."Son my father never gave up on me I won't give up on you."
Thank you Dad
Tate

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

ohh my friend ,i really dont hate that winding road..i put something like that on my avatar..i meant it
you should not be sorry for the follies you fed..at the time it was the best thing fit your mind could work out
lucky for me i got wise at early age..still off course there were much to regret
i always thought old age was age of the wise and i tried to play it well
through weaknesses and strengths i took my steps so careful
i dont think i would unwind those roads for really its not that nice what i would see
i think i ve seen the best of it all..there are regrets but not of me
there are regrets and bitterness of others who just could not see
even if they lived longer than that very old oak tree
lovely write..

[Coyote Poetry]

I see so many of my family strength in my life. Great responsibility come with raising our children. Poem was beautiful. I had to read a few times.
Coyote

[Tai Chi Italy]

I really enjoyed this poem, and the topic is close to my own heart right now, just past the eve of the first aniversary of losing my dear mum. The third stanza is the key, and what I have learned, having endured two major losses in my life, is that rather than full of regrets, I actually really started to understand those I had lost. In all sorts of fascinating ways, it helped to heal me.

It also taught me that we can never truly know anyone, as well as we think. We are all deep wells, especially our spouses and parents. I am truly grateful that my mother passed on our family 'Great strength of Characher'. A gently grieving, and sweet poem. Loved the rhythm and rhyme.

Smiling at you

Tai