As the years pass by
I realise what I lost
and what I gained.
So many things left undone
opportunities lost.
The silences in between,
words unspoken
sentences not written
the pauses in between too long!
and in the fine line
between night and morning
I wake up and realise
what I was
was never enough
what I was
was not whole.
Time flies and never comes back.
I am encased in a bubble
regrets clouding my thoughts.
Then one fine day
the bubble burst
the regrets fled
and I realised that
life is a blessing.
God's gift!
It's never too late
for anything,
never too late to bloom.
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Author:
Jay (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 10th, 2021 01:16
- Comment from author about the poem: I love writing , the magic that words weave and it gives me so much happiness.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments7
A really beautiful poem Jay. Faved
Btw i love the picture as well
Thank you so much. 🙂 Glad that you liked it . As for the picture I loved it so much, I just had to use it here. It's from Pinterest.
It's not too late for me to say this is a fine poem J.!
Ha, ha, I like that. Thank you very much.
And my, how you bloom with your finely woven words here on MPS.
Regrets should be left where they fell for hopes and wishes abound. The future is a smile ahead.
Thank you so much, that's a lovely compliment . Much appreciated 🙂
so true, dear poet
words of hope
that can be appreciated, even by those
who see 'God' as a word of antiquity or myth..
thank you
Thank you very much 🙂
"Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath."
- Bertolt Brecht.
Good one, Jay
That's lovely! Thank you very much 🙂
So true life is a blessing and every day we arise is a wonderful day Jayasree.
Andy
Yes it is, Praying life is wonderful and blessed for everyone.
Totally agree. Never too late to bloom.
🙂 🙂
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