Anthony Bianchi


Regret - Poem by Anthony Bianchi

There are Two Roads.
One Leads Home,
And One out to Pasture.
One to a Warm Fire,
And One to the Pyre.

From Sleep we Wake,
To Sleep we Fall.
And unto Death
We Follow All.

Had I but Known,
Would not have Left.
Your Treasure Still
Inside Me Kept.

Topic(s) of this poem: regret


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 2, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 1, 2017


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