DocAndersen
but what
lies unplanted.
The hours spent to find
the perfect place, the right hill
to gently plant potatoes.
Chasing beetles that change
grapes
into rotting
residue.
Hands outstretched
we reach
for something
that hasn’t been
perhaps
would have never been
but we reach.
struggling against
gloves too large
to fit
hands to small
to grasp
and alone
there is nothing left but regret.
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Do you ever consider things that were, as an impact to what is now?
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Yes
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No
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On things I cannot change, I learn to accept those. But with things I know I have the capacity and ability to change, I am doing my best to change those. I am a proactive person.
As I go back in time, I had to make some substantial changes early on. But I’m not sorry. Better late than never.
we have to be happy with where we are as people!
Sometimes I think and wonder if I did everything right in my life … if I generally see I would not change much … I’m modest and I’m satisfied with my life
I find myself doing the same thing, from time to time. I also have come to understand that I did what I could, when I could.
And even if I have ever broken something that I accept as an urgent evil … it must have happened so … only these are small details
I find sometimes there is a power in remembering the things that didn’t go the way we want the first time. We can do better the second time.
It’s sort of … just if we are offered an opportunity
that is the hardest part my friend. sometimes we aren’t offered a second chance. Sometimes we are.
I sometimes think about things that have affected my life today. I am aware that now I can not change anything.
That is the wisdom given to us as we age. That we cannot change, what once was. Thanks, Vidocka!
Nothing left but regret.. I try not to live with regrets. Nicely said Doc.
Thanks, Carol. The poem is actually new. I wrote it a couple of weeks ago.