I Often Sit And Talk To Me Poem by John Yaws

I often sit and talk to me-
I know that's very strange.
And some might say demented
At least a bit deranged.

You know? I've found it helps me think
And set my thoughts aright
Sometimes the conversations last...
Quite late into the night.

I often think of choices made
Discuss the pros and cons
And wonder 'bout the wisdom
And should I carry on.

Or should I take a different tack
And trash my foolish schemes
Of being known for what I write?
Tis but a childish dream.

I think about the paths I chose-
The pain I've left behind...
And wish to make amends to those
To whom I've been unkind.

Alas, the miles and years between
Today, and all those days
Are far too great to bridge by hope
And this my soul dismays.

And so I sit, and so I talk-
A fool, perhaps tis so...
But I can understand myself
There's comfort there I know.