Loss Of Youth
poem by:
Peter Gartner
Written
on Jan 17, 2017
I used to be young, and remember still The thoughts I had so many years ago, And reason with my former self until I have no reason left, but to forego Whatever made me happy, sad, resolved, As if an ancient passion could preserve The corpse of my forgotten self dissolved In pity, doubt and anger I deserve, Why I did certain things, I cannot see Past stubborn repetition of the same, I cannot change but always yet to be The person I despise, my thoughts are lame: This brain that made mistakes is still distressed With all the damage done but not redressed
Tags: sad, anger, depressing, pain,
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Godfrey Georges commented:
just a reminder to me to thank goodness for being alive, now...in the moment.
Cecilia Crasto
commented:
I think we all live to regret things we did in the past, but wisdom comes with age and we have the chance to do better...well written.
