Perfume Bottles and Pills
There is something wrong
in thinking you are wrong
all the time.
What a terrible thing to go through life
questioning every turn.
Should I have gone right instead of left?
Should I have walked instead of run?
Should I have left the beans in the pot
two minutes longer?
There is no winning
in this thinking?
Every choice becomes an obstacle course.
Every decision a regret.
I know a woman
who lives in regret.
locked in perfume bottles
and pills.
Each day is one more
she could have done
differently.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
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