We all carry
regrets in our
hearts-
long and heavy,
old and shabby,
of moments
that does not
seem to pass.
Easier it would have
been, to just wake up
and make up
and forgive and forget
and love and kiss.
But that happens
in the children’s play.
Isn’t it?
and we are adults now,
with a
white hair
deeply rooted
in our scalps.
So, we carry
regrets in our
hearts
to our graves
to our graves
to our graves
Because we are too
proud to be humble.
