How Sad True Sadness

There was a sadness I revered,
But never possessed,
Because there was youth
And opportunity to spare,

But as life ebbs,
And opportunities recede,
I know that sadness for real,
And how sad true sadness feels.

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Country/Region: London Metropolitan Area.

Favorite Poets: William Shakespeare

Comments

This is truth...

There is no sadness equal to that of missed opportunities. Nice, complete and so true. This is in classic style; short, sweet and complete. ~ Geezer.
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Thank you so much, Geezer

I truly appreciate your words, it means a lot. And that is so true, missed opportunities is uniquely agonising in terms of sadness.

I love your description so much. I do see what you mean, after all, if things hadn't happened the way it did for me, I would almost certainly never turned to verse as a means of expression. No one has ever described my pieces the way you do, I am truly amazed, and thank you again. Carl.