popped up
in conversation
like Marley
it foretold of ghost
memories
of Christmases
though these
firmly rooted
in the past
and it’s not
even December
regret fills
my heart
this morning
as I turn
the page
on my desk
calendar
another month
soon another year
slips away
from what was
could have been
to what is
time travels too fast for regrets…
I don’t know. Sometimes it doesn’t seem to travel at all.
depends what you’re doing…
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Another fine piece from Leonard Durso. Good morning to you all from Ohio!
Nice touch of making the title part of the poem.
Thanks again. Sometimes it works best that way. A natural lead-in.
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Funny how a name, even if they’re talking about someone else, can create a flood of might of/should of/could have beens. Well done.
Thank you, Sarah.