Weeping Willow

My heart bleeds like a weeping willow tree,

Down the branches run the blood and tears of days long past

Memories flood the mind and heart and not all are good

How I long to go back and redo those things that ran through my life so fast.

Regrets are nothing new and certainly nothing rare

Longings for things never known are quite the same

If one knew at twenty years of age what one knows so many years later

Perhaps he would learn to better his dreams accomplish and tame.

It’s a sorrow when you don’t know if you’ve done what you’ve been born to do

It’s a greater sorrow when time lingers and regrets and unknown things fill your being

There’s no way to go back and know what you need to know

There’s no way to know what your heart is actually feeling or seeing.

It’s more like Spanish moss that forever hangs upon your soul

As though to hover and also cover those things you or others will never know

Perhaps it’s a good thing this is so because the regret you feel as you age

Will only deepen should it know all the secrets and stories of your woe.