If only...
playground-dares had not happened
listening had gathered teachers' intent
books appeared earlier as friends
one had seen the pitch breaking
refused that last drink
understood infatuation
seen manipulation behind the eyes
avoided emasculation
risen to that inner voice
If only...
And now
forks in the road
beckon last hurrahs
upon tear glistened pavements of travel
tempting regrets never forgotten
a challenge to speed away from
journeys oft traveled
decisions all past
results undeniable
Perfection?
Mistakes?
If only...
One had perceived life differently
regrets would appear normal
for some perhaps
for others?
Ron
we must try it all again.
reincarnation, anyone?
budd