Good morning and welcome to this week’s Poetry Corner. Today, I’d like to introduce Ed Ireland and his poem, My Regret, from his book, Forgotten Treasure available on his website (Check links below).
My Regret by Ed Ireland
In the twilight times of my days
I sit solitary, surrounded by the voices
Of a thousand wrongs I’ve done
Chastising and screaming for honor to be restored
Honor lost never to be regained
Such is the price of fear
Lost in the twilight times of my hours
Surrounded by the specter of loneliness
Gripped by the cold hands of self-imposed punishment
My strongest regrets are the loves I let slip
Through my unwieldy hands
And my unopened heart
Until finally in the twilight of my minutes
The stone hearts of the multitude open
Their searching eyes resting on what is left of my soul
Their grasping hands reach to render my life
All thoughts turn to you
And the final hope that you saw the child within
And forgave my fear
Awesome! Thank you so much for sharing, Ed!
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