Bregrets Poem by Barry A. Lanier

To miss the trickle,
Of a cool mountain stream.
Standing barefoot;
Among the slippery rocks,
I would regret.

To miss the soltitude,
Of being to first to rise.
The rooster crowing;
Aroma of fresh brewed coffee,
I would regret.

To miss unbounded joy,
Of not having to work.
New snow on the ground;
Under goose down,
I would regret.

To miss sleeping in,
Under the cover and care,
Of a thin tin roof;
In the rain,
I would regret

To never have witnessed.
The angelic white,
Newly bloomed dogwoods;
Early hours of a spring morning,
I would regret

To never have held,
My naked newborn girl,
Opening her eyes the first time;
Announcing her arrival,
I would regret

To have never experienced,
The love and friendship,
Of a personal savior,
Coming into my life,
I would regret

Yet should I ever have,
Any lasting regret,
It would be that;
There would come a day,
I should ever forget.