So many things,
Left unseen on the way,
A whisper,
A breath,
A scent where we lay,
So many chances,
We lost yesterday,
A touch,
A taste,
The words we can’t say,
So many dreams,
We still hold at bay,
A want,
A need,
A yearning to play.
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So many things,
Put off till tomorrow,
Leave regret,
And remorse,
For time we can’t borrow.
helen midgley 
Awe that’s sad! Did you finish your rain poems?
I’m not sure, I’m wanting to put together an anthology of poems so trying a few different themes to build up my quantities, hopefully that will also help with the quality, lol 🙂
Reblogged this on Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie and commented:
Achingly beautiful poem from Helen Midgley
Reblogged this on moving on and commented:
Oh this is beautiful. Had to reblog
Well done Helen a very moving poem.
Thank you 🙂
🙂