Regret [r] Poem by Margaret Alice Second
Regret [r]
And thus I've got the right to sing the blues
‘coz I'm brain-damaged & due to substance
abuse I often sleep on the cold hard tiles feet
freezing while wheezing with a blocked nose;
yet I've had to live with open contempt of our
local Marie Antoinette & painfully swathed in
Tight shoes slit for inflammation relief I well
know what an alligator feels like achompin'
on my legs when muscle spasms increase
as I stomp down the street - shocked people
stop & stare - they sympathise while I pass,
humming to myself, shrivelled left arm
Carrying my heavy bag day by day; yup -
singin' the blues comes naturally to me, my
life is regret for misuse of time gone by
....life is regret for misuse of time gone by...................... Very much interesting the subject to project oneself. Quite relative the thoughts regarding usefulness and misuse of life. I think whats happening is also a track of life. Nothing is there out of of life, so it has the uses I think of all.
Carrying my heavy bag day by day; yup - singin' the blues comes naturally to me, my life is regret for misuse of time gone by... a very good poem dear poetess. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 5:42:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
carrying heavy bags, good life