All my life,
I did err on the side of caution,
eschewed the wild side,
walked on the right side of the line,
always chose the safe option,
listened to boring reason
I took no risks,
broke no rules,
It’s too late,
death staring me in the face
I’ve wasted my life
Painting: my own – artist unknown
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Beautiful poetry!!!! 🙂
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You are *too* kind 🙂
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Thank you so much!!! Truth is the truth I guess!!! 🙂
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Very nice. Good stuff. Like the painting, too.
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Thank you my lovely friend! I visited you earlier, but since there was nothing new going on I can only conclude you’re pretty busy right now. I do hope you’re not working too hard – you know what they say: all work and no play….. 🙂
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I be busy. Back to writing soon. $Amen$
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I have done the same as this poem describes, and now I feel like I have wasted a good portion of my life, but it isn’t too late and I have been taking steps towards breaking out of my shell and living life to the fullest. Loved the poem I could relate to it, thanks. 😀
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It’s never too late to start living properly 🙂
Never too late at all, the important thing is not to dwell on the past or what you coulda/shoulda done – no regrets: that’s my motto 😉
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Yes you are right! 😊
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Every graduating high school senior should be required to write this poem ten times on a sheet of calligraphy paper for their own good. BTW, getting this poem tattooed on your arm would be the ultimate ironic tattoo for a young hipster, because the people who need this advice would never get a tattoo.
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Lol, I’m glad you agree. I think they should be made to write it a hundred times but would it really sink in?
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