Regret

what is this string
that happens to resonate
at most inappropriate times?
a flat, minor tune
pushing me down roads
I seldom wish to take
through time and space
across ancient landscapes
left behind long ago
faces and conversations
strange coincidences
a few bright moments
some unwise decisions
a remark or little action
that should have best kept undone
paths that bifurcate
echoes that linger
learning to live is hard
no point wishing to have been wise
I can only choose and aspire
to do better today.

Marcus Antoninus

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Author: Marcus Antoninus

Philosopher, poet and lover of life.

2 thoughts on “Regret”

    1. Thank you. Those lines are my salvation: looking forward to doing better in the present, rather than persisting in lamenting a past that cannot be changed.

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