what do you think about,
late at night...
when you're alone with yourself,
and the weight of your actions?
the older you get,
the harder it gets.
you see the mistakes,
wish you'd spent more time
in the moments of love...
honesty comes knocking
as your time runs short...
maybe, most of all,
you wish you'd said, 'thank you! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Late night thinking is when all your regrets come flooding back. A great poem.