I thought about all the things I loved
And left
I ought to feel guilty for leaving the ones I loved
I loved being loved
But never found it fair
For nothing's to be trusted in this crusty world
Not even me
They all learned it well from me
especially Bebe that currly silver haired poodle
I raised from a pup
who ran away from home
while I was in college
Getting all these smarts I never use
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it....gave it a 10...(system didn't take my vote.) ..... memories...residing in the place where infinity prevents aging/change....where various forms of love remain as they were, to be visited, illuminated and clear, clearer than any now.....quite beyond could'ves and should'ves.....