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Early Morning Remorse

Twice today I lost a gift

Missed opportunity

My heart contracted by inner tumult

My mind distracted and not still

The souls that I could have blessed

They walked away still with thirst

I failed love where love had been invited

I turned away from the feast

And now I regret it

Still I declare there's grace enough

And someone will gain from what I've lost

Where I fall short there is another

More generous than a father

More forgiving than a mother

And from this one I will learn

Towards a better way I'll turn

And next time I shall recognise

The chance to give that's before my eyes

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Tony Taylor

Hey AL!!....your poetry is ALWAYS so compelling....and I think it's because of your choices in subject matter.....and with a common thread.....they are ALWAYS truthfully observant!!.....Hope that makes some sense to you brother!!.......ALL STARS & PINNED!!.......Lots of Love to you and yours!!.....Peace.......T xoΒ  : )

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al Bikaadi

That is a wonderful complement brother! 🀎And it does make sense. If only I could observe *quicker* πŸ˜…

SHALOM

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The fish of the sea

Haha Cherie bet me to the point here! That's exactly what I was going to say! But, I`d like to add the fact that our path is reasonably well set. We can make our own decisions but we can't control extraneous circumstance and nudge and tilt out lives in their destined directions. Look at what you have and not what you don`t my friend! Kudos, peace and smiles to you. Max

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al Bikaadi

Yes, there's no point over-dwelling on our failures. That's why I wrote the poem: to get it off my chest and leave it there. πŸ˜‚

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