There were times
I walked through recall
With a sharp digger
In the hands
of my yearning
To exhume values
Of time past,
But I dug in vain.
They were things
I wanted to have,
Where and what
I wanted to be,
And what I wanted to
Stick with for a lifetime,
But which slid through
My fingers like grains of millet
and fused with history.
Taken away.
With them, I could have
A different life.
Perhaps better than
What I have now.
And my mind kept whispering
To me about what
I should have done right.
If I did this instead of that,
I could have gotten it right.
But that’s history too.
All I have is now
to get things right,
Change what
I couldn’t change.
And shun the voices
Dragging me into the void
to relive history the same way.
I should have regrets,
But of what use
Is going back and forth ?
Whatever didn’t work
Might work if I tried again.
But I must not go
through the same
Process on
that same road
Which led to nothing.
No regrets.
Beautiful creation
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Thank you so much.🙂
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Right… Right… Right…
Digging of past with repent is also a huge waste of time.🙂
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It is. Glad you think the same. Thanks for your time.🙂
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You are welcome
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