Sometimes, I wish..... I’d Like to Know
I never was.
For oft, I think of.
Of, those I knew.
And all, I did.
And what if...
If
it hadn’t, been done.
That if obscurity, had been ...
My ilk.
That......
I’d never, tasted ......love.
Nor danced, with death.
And never lived a life.
Full of remorse, and a slight,
Tinge of regret
Would dreams have come true ?
Giajl © Jim Love