Doors I never close
cause millions of regrets,
like yesteryears whose snows
no melting heart forgets.
A never-opened door
resembles tears unshed
which cannot fall before
the book of life is read.
3/1/06
Very gentle work gershon. I think many will relate, I always try to limit the regrets, but it takes stupidity or guts, I am not sure which. 10 from sleepy Tai
The things we regret in life are the chances never taken -(the doors left unopened) . Wonderful, short and to the point - very powerful little poem Linda
And JUST make sure you NEVER close the doors of your poetry. Susie.
This poem has music, meaning, structure and metaphors - what I would call perfect. Ten. A favourite.
Shalom, Gershon! This is an exquisite piece of writing. All the best, Hugh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved the last part about a never open door. Simple yet beautiful. Regards Patricia