The only regrets I have I didn’t make,
A cautious life lived satisfied,
But one never filled,
Like a clock short an hour,
Or a thirst still smacking lips;
Needs are lonely without wants.
I’ve done nothing of shame nor infamy,
Nothing I wouldn’t have done to me,
But remorse is still a guest in my life,
With a long memory and tales to tell,
Of all that could have been and won’t,
Now I am unscarred but marred by desire.
The cruelty here is the cost has risen,
Though the opportunities stayed;
The drink, the drugs, the girls, the guys,
They’re all there beckoning you to pay,
With sense, with love, with age, with honesty,
As guilt inflates the price.
I have no regrets and for that I am sorry,
Though I know time is kind and blind,
Taking the bad with the good,
I can not help but feel I needed,
To tell myself to be immature,
And trust I would be wiser.
#HI
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Conor Matthews
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