Regret
Regret
I wonder if it is ok
To be this way
I see it now
As I have seen
Before the town
And grass too green
Remembering
The golden ring
I lost so long ago
And places now forever lost
I’ll never know
Except the cost
Where I grew up
Is a half filled cup
I left with no warning
And I still remember
The beautiful morning
In lost late September
He told me I could
Even that I should
And he said it with a smile
Go off to a place
No matter how far the mile
Find gold, silk, and lace
But he said it with tears
As he knew I face no fears
And he told it to me then
The thing that means so much
To me and only me when
I sit alone at lunch…
Remember my boy
Though you face so much joy
There is nothing so blissful
As the country side of gold
Nor are there women so beautiful
As in the town where you grew old
And remember when you lack
You may always come back
And be happy and good
With beauty right here
Loving where you stood
Though sameness be near
For there is nothing so blissful
Nor women so beautiful
Or mothers who make better stew
Nor is there less to fear
Nor more people who love you
As in what will always be right here
I wonder if it is ok
To be this way
I see it now
As I have seen
Before the town
And grass too green
Remembering
The golden ring
I lost so long ago
And places now forever lost
I’ll never know
Except the cost
Where I grew up
Is a half filled cup
I left with no warning
And I still remember
The beautiful morning
In lost late September
He told me I could
Even that I should
And he said it with a smile
Go off to a place
No matter how far the mile
Find gold, silk, and lace
But he said it with tears
As he knew I face no fears
And he told it to me then
The thing that means so much
To me and only me when
I sit alone at lunch…
Remember my boy
Though you face so much joy
There is nothing so blissful
As the country side of gold
Nor are there women so beautiful
As in the town where you grew old
And remember when you lack
You may always come back
And be happy and good
With beauty right here
Loving where you stood
Though sameness be near
For there is nothing so blissful
Nor women so beautiful
Or mothers who make better stew
Nor is there less to fear
Nor more people who love you
As in what will always be right here
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