Morsels  

Today has had a souring taste

The unexpected lingering type

You adapt to but never leaves

And its overcast weighs heavy

I’m distracted by a distraction

Staring out yesterday’s portal

If only we preserved good days

To replace the days like today

My heart cries in a near silence

Knowing I can’t dial time back

For another palatable serving

There are no returns, no refunds  

Not all slices of life are equals

And not all slices get…  finished  

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Poet of the Light © 2021

12 thoughts on “Morsels  

  1. Cher’s “If I Could Turn Back Time” began playing in my head as I read this. Lord knows, we who have a lot of years behind us, have wished many times for a do-over. So many things are, as you wrote, left unfinished, and we drag them upon our backs to our graves, the weight growing heavier as the years pass.

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      1. Sadly, that is true. When I was much, much younger, I lost a nephew—who was more like a little brother—to cancer that was only six years my junior. His life had barely began…and then he was gone.

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