To Me (again)...
When you are in your sunset years,
And rummage through your old diaries,
Maybe on one of those sunny days
Would come across this letter of mine.
It would be in a sealed cover,
Made of handmade paper;
And instructions to read it slowly,
While you sit in the balcony garden.
And you would follow the same,
For you would know the hand;
And old age is not much of a deterrent
To the curiosity you've always had.
How much time has passed, I know not
But I hope you have lived a happy life
And counted all the blessings you had,
Sparing only a few minutes for regrets.
There are scars and wounds too,
Some that time might not erase
You would spend quite a nights few
In remorse and regrets.
'If only' is a dangerous thought,
That leads only to self pity
Do not go down that road,
One that is dark and depressing.
It is easy to be wise, days and months after,
But then do remind your self,
Based on those past circumstances,
Every decision was a thought out choice.
Remember me fondly, me, your youthful self,
Do not blame me so much,
The life you led was the choices I made
And it was the best I could do.
YOU ARE READING
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