True Regret Poem by Sandra Feldman
True Regret
I can't play
Any musical instrument
Much to my regret!
I can just play
With words
And feelings,
Trying to decipher,
Emotions,
That haunt me
Trying as best,
I can
To explain,
Their significance
And depth.
No regrets, 'we are what we are'. That's what poet Robert M Smith has said in his poem under the quoted title. What you do so well, poetry writing, cannot be done by so many!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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5/3/2024 4:23:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A well conveyed poem........ Truly heartfelt and impressive....5 stars *****