REGRETS

A bee buzzes its wings, and stops
A cloud disappears, left are the dew drops
Questions come bombarding in a volley
I think of life’s frolic and folly
Why do we wait, why do we waste
Why do we never say it in haste
We can scream, we can shout
We can abuse, we can be loud
But can we ever say we love
Can we ever rise above
Can we ever say we’re sorry
Can we ever do this in a hurry
Why do we stay confused
Why do we end up feeling used
Why do we feel its only us that cried
Why do we feel its the others who lied
The cloud’s dwindle and the bee’s fly
Resound around the I and my
Can we give and never want
Can we be hurt and never taunt
Can we feel grateful without a favor
Without gain can we labor
Can we actually have no foes
Can we be a thorn less rose
Like the cloud can we be water for life
Like the bee for our community can we strife
We look at ourselves realize and analyze
We desperately mask our feeling in a guise
We stop before we hug we think before we admit
To say “I am sorry” requires a lot of grit,
We break relations we turn life sour
Not to admit love we fight a war
For the perfect time, we want and wait,
And then we realize it is too late.
From now on for me it will not be so.
And as I resolutely get up to go,
The message the chill in the air seems to send,
That in this moment , as always, it could’ve been the end.