Oh, it's the might have beens that get you
when you're old,
when the weeks fly by so fast
and the story's mostly told.
On a good day? the sun shines
and the grey clouds roll away,
the words flow line by line,
and there's purpose in the day.
On a bad day, the memories roll past,
the remembering of all that didn't last.
And you wish you could go back, re-live it all,
roll out all the pretty dreams,
and watch them fall.
And it might remotely fit for Karin's prompt at Real Toads: Remains. The remains of a life?
The key is, moving past the bad days, until once more, you find yourself, in a good day. I know, this can be hard, at times, Sherry, but you have so many more good days, ahead.
ReplyDeleteYes, I have many more good days than "bad" ones. At my age, it is a privilege to still be alive, so I remember to be grateful.
DeleteThis speaks the truth. A lot of lost dreams but also some blessings I never thought to have. All around it's all good.
ReplyDeleteHow airy and dreamy and true--well written
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderfully profound write Sherry, your poem speaks to me on so many levels!
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
At our age, good days are ones with minimal pain, lol...but even the bad days can be a gift at times. They tell us we are still breathing,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
There is the remains, the good days when present is perfects, and there are those when wishing on the past is what remains... Hope for many good days to come.
ReplyDeleteI feel like the days are moving so fast now I am living in a blur. I have been spending a lot of time with memories lately also.
ReplyDeleteHi Sherry, it fits fine and you are right re might have beens. Definitely so difficult and well described. Thanks, K.
ReplyDeleteI sighed when I finished reading this... I think that as we grow older (and wilder), we experience different stages of what your poem describes... so many "might have beens" to wish back into our lives... maybe we should take them all into our hands, weave them into stories, and lived them in the only way we can now.
ReplyDeleteto me your poem describes so well our thinking as we become "seniors" and know the way ahead is now shorter than the way behind. I could identify with your words so well. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThose last two lines are a killer! And I feel this way, too, here at midlife (I hope).
ReplyDeleteFlawless flow, Sherry. I really like this.
ReplyDeleteI can certainly relate to your beautiful way of expressing our life stage. I think you are so brave to write a poem a day in April. Poetry loves you for that.
ReplyDeletePersonal and universal at the same time.. ..
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ReplyDeleteI love the ending! I do want to roll out the good ones~ Fun, to read!
ReplyDeleteMemories can be mixed blessings - a bowl of sweetness or a souring draught. A reflection that suggests a time for memories may be a necessary but a passing moment. It's time then to move on.
ReplyDeleteWhat an arresting opening! It should immediately go into our language along with other pithy pieces of wisdom.
ReplyDeleteThis is so neatly put one almost misses the depth of it--and you know I can relate. You have nailed it here, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this. Perfect rhyme and timing Sherry! I miss poems that rhyme as most write free-verse. Like a beautiful daydream!
ReplyDeleteOh those might-have-beens.....they're killers! But, rolling out those dreams and watching them fall....now that sounds just downright delightful :-)
ReplyDeleteThis holds such a bitter-sweet truth, Sherry...I love the way you close...the memories rolling out...beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHa, good days or bad days....I guess we just have to be glad there are DAYS.
ReplyDeleteThat opening stanza is definitely where I'm at these days...nicely captured, Sherry.
ReplyDelete(trying to play catch up - my day 16 is now posted)
Hugs to you.