Several Paces Past
Several paces past
The beginning and the end,
Comes the space wherein
We like to try it all over again;
Unsay that awful
Which was sorely said;
Get up earlier
And make the stupid bed.
Say goodbye later
And just hang a minute more or two;
Maybe life could be better,
Not this evermore darkening in blue.
Leavening choices cast
Between the close and over there,
We can render a space therein
We can go for the Happy rather than old soggy despair.
Yes, I do agree!
No, that doesn’t make you fat!
Please, of course I’ll wait for you—
You like me? Well, imagine that!
Posted on February 7, 2017, in Poem and tagged child-raising, childhood, choices, compromise, despair, do overs, forgiveness, friendship, happiness, happy, imagine, love, making space, making time, regret, relationships. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.