mistakes of the heart
replayed by the mind
an unrelenting dart
irritating burr in the soul
reminds me when i was a fool
didn't know it at the time
i passed her by
'another, better, will come along'
i casually thought
unrealizing i did myself wrong
more than her
years have passed
but memory is fresh
remorse the faithful agent
mistakes of the heart
daily re-sent
God hands us gifts
but if we do not accept
He can do nothing else
but with us sorrow
on a later, regretful morrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Poignant poetry written in wonderful fashion. Thank you.