Regrets

Regrets

My hair is long, my limbs are gnarled
I curse, I growl and then I snarl
not for the aches, the pains, the tears,
but for time lost in other years
not for the laughs along the way
nor for the tears of long lost fray
but for the risks that slipped away
and for the friends I never knew.

Don’t stay within a hardened shell
don’t make a life an unsought hell,
but open wide to God’s good day
and find the flowers along the way.


Copyright Roger Victoria, 1998