David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

No Regrets


Wouldn’t it be a nice world
if we had no regrets
for the things we do,
but that is not the case,
our conscience says that will not do,
so we carry the baggage
for things we’ve said or done.
The most regrets we have
is when we hurt a loved one,
it’s always in the heat of the moment
and we say and do a lot of things
that we would normally never do.
Then our conscience pricks us
and asks why did we do that,
another regret for the baggage
that we all carry around.

4 February 2008

Submitted: Monday, February 18, 2008
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  • JoAnn McGrath (2/20/2008 8:58:00 PM)

    Like Andy said...I don't think one can go through life unscaved...we are only human and we make our mistakes...and that is how we know we are alive...feeling all the emotions...good or bad...it's sad that we do carry them with us and haunts from time to time (Report) Reply

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