Wanted to give a small cry
For all I have to bid goodbye
And all the things I’ve left undone
Slowly fading in the setting sun
As I sit inside this quiet house
All the passions I’ve had to douse
Rot inside this empty shell
A melancholy, last farewell
Pieces of cloth meant to be a dress
Paint and pastels left to rest
Words that were never said
Books unwritten, never read
Thoughts remain as thoughts to die
Wings tied down; never to fly
Hands that never took action
Ideas forgotten with the dawn
So I say to those who read today
Take flight and make your own way
Go on and take the leap of faith
No matter what others may say
For all conceived in the warehouse of your mind
Only gain life through your design
Make it concrete with your own hands
All your dreams and all your plans
Unless you want to regret
That you did not act on what you felt
And be like me someday
Too old and weary, far too late.
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Tas
???? aja!
Kathleen
Haha thanks Tas! π
Hannah
That was beautifully written ?
Kathleen
Thank you! π
Crystal
Very powerful words the ring true, love it ?
Kathleen
Thank you so much! π
Suzette canullas
Rminders…tnx
But its still not too late for me…..
Amazing!!!
Kathleen
Thank you! π
Miss Farouche
Itβs fantabulous!!
Kathleen
Thank you! π
Mint Miller
So beautiful and hopeful and sad at the same time!
Kathleen
Thank you! I wrote this 5 years ago when I was in a not-so-good place. Now that I’ve made some major changes in my life, I can read it and smile, knowing that I’m no longer the old woman at the end! π
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