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There can be no regret With a life rocking back and forth No longer agile, no teeth My face a road map of all my yesterdays I hope I have never wasted my time here At present, my great journey Is to climb the stairs to my bed Hoping to wake one more time To see the bees busy in my roses… ©AnitaDawes2022
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No regets and no looking back is my motto. :) Great poem. Loved this line, ‘My face a road map of all my yesterdays’ x
Thank you Debby, Anita’s poetry gets better and better… she sends her thanks…
PLeasure :)
Looking back is certainly a waste of time. Fascinating poem. I see myself in it.
We do too, John…
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Regrets are pretty much a waste of time–and I say that from experience!
I quite agree, even the small ones…
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