Most of us go through life
Following rules.
The supposedly correct way
To do those things
That living puts in front of us.
But as I age I look back,
Look back at those rules
And wonder.
They seemed to suit me,
Made my life happy,
Contented,
Free.
Free to come to old age
Feeling a life well spent,
But I wonder.
I wonder what I had lost,
Losing things in my life
Doing those things
That were expected of me,
Instead of doing those things
That I had wanted to do,
I wonder.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a thought.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments7
Good write. I hope the wonder isn't in a negative sense of 'I regret' or 'If only...'
My life has no regrets, certainly not since I was given a second chance at it.
Also ... I wonder if I should have another porky pie or sherry! I always do though. heehee.
Thanks for meditating GF great poem in both structure and subject. As Christians we have great liberty # w are under GRACE and not constrained by LAW. There is only one constraint WWJD ? What would JESUS do ? Never forget that in HIS day Jesus was regarded as a bit of a REBEL ! Yiours BRIAN ~ Please check my poems ~ Thanks B
WWJD indeed but even he had choices. Thanks Brian.
Rules = structure and stability in a civilised society - and theres the rub not all societies are civilised, well not in our western sense at least. I can empathise with the points made in the stanza though but there are rules and there are rules. Good poem.
Very true Michael but some choices made in our lives may well have followed the rules in society but may have made a difference to our personal wellbeing, it is the "what if...?" question all over again.
I am glad you liked the poem.
I sort of knew you might reply in that way - no regrets, but contentment, etc 🙂
I recall a talk I heard where you put yourself on your deathbed thinking of all of the dreams and goals you did not attempt. And, suddenly they were standing around you, angry that you did not give them life. Don't mean to sound morbid. But, this hit hard with me. I can relate to the thought in your words Goldfinch. If writing poetry was one of your goals and dreams, well you have reached it and have done so, very skillfully and beautifully.
Thank you so much WBL.
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