As The Sun Goes Down by vaggabondd
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As the sun goes down
On my life
There are shadows on my soul
From the many things
I have done
That I wish
I could take back
They play over and over
In my mind
Like a slow violin
On a sad day
The one that really breaks my heart
That I just can’t seem to escape
Is you
The fairy tale
That had no happy ending
The time in my life
Where dreams
Never came true
Looking back I see a 1,000 things
I should have done
Isn't it so sad
You always seem to know what’s best
When its to late
Comments (15)
Great sad poem my Friend....and super image...bravissimo!V:DDD.Hugsxx Whylma
Beautiful image and a very sad Poem wonderful done my friend.
Regrets.........they serve no purpose but a very painful monster.Beautiful image and poem
Always...the right opportunity usually comes at the wrong time. The time that comes is usually never right no matter the opportunity. We can always find a reason for what we did, but never a reason for why we didn't...life happens while were making other plans and it is not always the life we had foreseen, that we were hoping for. Not everything that happens is bad, then again, not always good. I am not sure if the bad is there for lessons to be learned or just to piss us off and make things hard...but with the right amount of determination and that stubborn streak that runs through my blood we seem to make it to the next day...awesome words here Randy...:-) Oh, and BEAUTIFUL image! :-)
Excellent and sad poem and so true! regrets is the baggage that we seem to carry with us, no matter what
I like what Rainastrom said Bad is there for lessons to be learned or just to piss us off and make things hard and yes we always seem to make it to the next day somehow...excellent poem
Your poem brought to mind lyrics by the Moody Blues; 'so much time to make-up, everywhere you turn, time we have wasted on the way.' Its a lovely image, but whether its a setting sun or one raising on a new day is for you to decide.
that is what regrets are reminds us what is important wonderful work my friend warm hugs that smile, Linda
I can understand that to well Randy, wonderful words my friend! hugz Anne
Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone Paved paradise, put up a parking lot. Your writing is superb, as always. Excellent work.
woulda coulda shoulda but we have to move on
Este é incrivel, a maneira com que intercedes na alma é algo sublime meu amigo, excelente, aplausos (5)
Imagine that you are about to embark on a long and difficult journey but are told that at the end of that journey you will find a great and magnificent treasure. You begin your path. Along the way you spot a small sparkling gem and pick it up, marveling at its beauty before discarding it, thinking of the greater treasure you will have at the end. As you walk the long, difficult, and sometimes painful road you spot more and more of these gems. You choose to ignore them as you focus on the reward at the end. Ultimately you reach your destination and are shocked and dismayed to realise there is NO treasure awaiting you. It is only then that you realise that if you had kept all the gems that you had encountered along the way you would, indeed, have a great fortune by now. You realise that you cannot return down the path you have walked and are left with nothing... The road we walk can be difficult and full of regret but on the journey stop and treasure each joyous moment and keep it with you always. Even as the sun sets isn't to late to cherish what still remains. And how beautiful and fleeting a thing is a sun set? Enjoy it. *** I do apologise, I seem to have gotten carried away there! Forgive me if I went on a bit!
Excellent
Quote: "Isn't it so sad, You always seem to know what's best, When its to late." This is the main reason I love writing. When our thoughts are written down, we get to examine them and see how riduculous some of them are. "Laughs." Question, how do you "KNOW" anything if it is to late?