The Older I Get .......

The other day, while in the middle of knitting a sock (of course!), the Muse decided to visit me after an absence of ....... well, years. I decided to finish the pattern repeat I was in the middle of. The Muse wanted me to write ..... NOW. No, I was going to finish this pattern repeat first. Nope, I wasn't ....... she began to scream, holler, kick the walls of my mind, until I couldn't concentrate on anything else ....

Here's what she was so intent on my writing down:

The Older I Get

The older I get
the more I regret
that I cannot reach out
and touch

My sons and my daughter
my sisters, my brothers,
my friends all across
this world.

The older I get
the more I regret
the love and the laughter
I never shared.

The places I never went,
the time I never spent,
enjoying my children's
growing years.

The older I get
the more I regret
the trips that we
never took.

The days that were wasted
in work that could have waited
while my children
were young and at home.


The older I get
the more I regret
the words that I
never spoke

To tell those I love
how much I cared,
of the place that they held
in my heart.


The older I get
the more I regret
the energy wasted
in hate

I hurt not just myself
but my family, my friends
while those I hated
never cared.


The older I get
the more I regret
the dreams that died while I
wasn't looking.

So much I have lost
that could have been mine
to make my life
so much richer.


As older you get
so you won't regret
the life and the love
and the laughter

That might have been yours
Reach out,
Speak up,
And touch.

::sigh:: Blogger is not allowing me to post this as it was written. Each line should be indented a bit from the one above it in each 4-line repeat. Blogger doesn't want to do this. Ah, well .......