Booze Hound On regrets .............
With the benefit of twenty twenty hindsight
should I have stuck to milk.
Eaten my greens and taken bracing walks,
filling my lungs with fine bright air.
Should I have stayed at school
followed the rules.
Been a model son.
If I had married and had kids,
Oh fuck you I have to admit
I'd of been boring.
Eking the years ahead
I always wanted to be James Dean
and leave a good looking corpse.
A rebel or Marlon Brando,
but not in his final years.
With twenty twenty foresight
I see my self in an early grave
liver shrivelled like a walnut.
Bloated.
A cautionary tale?
Hell no take life by the balls
and shake it.
Comments
You can't live...
until you've lived. This sounds like too many people I know, including myself. This really set me to thinking. This poem could be taken both ways, as a true regret and in a state of denial, or as it reads. Just do whatever you will and worry about the results later. I can find little fault with how you have written it, just with the end result. Love ya, ~ Gee
Gee
Thank you
love lou
Dear Lou,
This sounds like me, before I changed my ways, LOL. I LOVE IT!!!
always, Cat
Cat and Xena Snap
you said the same thing LOL!!!
Thank you
Lonnie
Booze hound not me lol
Lou