thoughtsgather

A space for my words to meander.

Month: February, 2016

regrets 

They spoke of his gifts of grace and strength
Always humble and kind

But I wonder 

Was there ever a time he was able to speak his mind

Or did his concern for others always run the show 

Which do I aspire to

For I was gifted with both

The gifts of kindness and strength 

And those of concern for others

We are from the same cloth

And as I watched him take his last breaths 

I worried of my own regrets

And hoped he’d come to peace with his

Did he live the life he wanted

As he took his last breaths

I wondered of his regrets 

watch me

“You can’t put a bunch of words together and expect them to just mean something”

 

“Watch me”

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