We haunt ourself's With hair shirt memories; Promises forgot Betrayed procrastination Neglect of good intention. Acid reaction With hasty judgments Flavoring foresight, Wailing hindsight, And we hate ourselves For the ghosts That look us In the mirror And says "Yesterday is gone; Tomorrows too late."
Addie Williams April 4, 1983
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Thank you for offering your mother, Addie's poem. This one is well-written. I think most of us do this - to haunt ourselves.
Your mother has written a wonderful piece.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)