Regrets? I had a few

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    Regrets? I had a few

    Holding on to life by the thread

    Like threading a needle but no longer

    Able to see eye to eye

    Just taking life for granted

     

    To those friends we made along the way

    Thanks for holding my hand

    When I could no longer see

    Sharing your precious time while mine’s

    Running out?

     

    Thank you for tolerating the lies

    And seeing thru the fire

    Thanks for being there

    When I called out your name

     

    Precious life the spoken words

    Taking the time to listen

    Tolerating who I am and

    What I have to say

     

    But thanks most of all for

    What I needed to hear

    I love you

    Repeat it

    I love you too.

     

    I don’t take life for granted

    From one second to my last

    Kind words from a trusted friend

    As I accepted you

    Accept me for who I am

     

    But most of all thanks for reading

    Between the lines and

    Taking the time to listen

    For what I have to say

    Maybe your last time to hear

    Listen

    I Love You

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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