To look back and know what should have been,
what could have been ensures that no unexpected bumps and pains
clutter the familiar trail. If-onlys and might-haves
litter speech like so many tasted apples, left to rot in ditches.
Best intentions and broken promises are little guidance
On the path before us; we travel with arms outstretched,
feeling our way, leading with our hearts exposed, vulnerable.
Some worship the pantry of the past, stocked with pretense and lost
dreams.
Others choose to close the door on shattered light, pretend
That nothing worth having is left behind.
The few walk inside, turn each cracked and tarnished memory like a jewel
and leave the
door open for others
to take what they will need for the journey.
I'm 60 something and a half. I have finally set my New Years Resolution a few weeks ago. I will travel light. I will lay down, put a side, not nourish, over come envy, regret, anger, irritation and down right stubbornness and near-sightedness. I will be calm, cool and collected. Am taking this poem of yours and reflecting further. Thank you, Sue!
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