Filed Under Regrets
In the Temple of my mind
Are those left behind
Why did I not savor each and every day?
I thought it was always to be that way
Now some precious ones are gone
and without them I feel so alone
They march in memory’s purple haze
seeking a file in this mind’s maze
Fleeting... the faces come
bringing remembrance, each one
Wishing I had spent more time
If so, this could be a happier rhyme
Instead of memories filled with regret
that are filed under 'Never Forget'
©2/6/03 Faye Sizemore
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