I try to always stay upbeat
and laugh away each new defeat
but lately life’s been so unkind
carefree thoughts are undermined
leaving my schemes incomplete
regardless of how well designed.
I look inside my heart and see
this growing seed of misery
once the roots have taken hold
fresh pain will blossom and unfold
with petals of self enmity,
a garland of remorse untold.
So tired of asking, “What’s the use?”
Self pity – such a weak excuse.
This garden of regrets I till
is full of weeds that quickly kill
all budding hopes I introduce.
Get the shears, I’ve had my fill!
This is a great poem but not a current state of affairs I hope.
ReplyDeleteThanks, no this is an older one, it's the one I mentioned to you for the Garden project. I like your new home page btw! ;-)
ReplyDeleteTake care,
Bob