Late Night Poetry

The barn is crooked, old and gray, The lumber has all dried and torn. The sheen it once had in its day, Has rotted off, and left it worn. And in that abandon, reckless, decay, The barn reveals its truest form. For the barn is old, under crushing weight, But its still standing. Look. Wait. …

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Live For Tomorrow, Not For Yesterday

Regret is something we all experience. Every action we take in life, every decision we make, is like a tree with endless branches. Each word we say and choice we make travels our life down one branch, and then down another, and another. But it is always in our nature to look back and wonder, "What if?". What if we didn't say that thing, or drive to that place, or take that job? How different would our lives be?....