What could otherwise be (Poem)
Now monuments, once moments of euphoric majesty,
Momentum gained, and we lost much in its speed,
Prosperity of progenies, and potential prodigies,
Whisked away, from fruitful forests to tumbleweeds.
I have written of regrets and how they mustn’t erode us,
Yet my pen testifies to a hypocrite’s mind – plagued.
I’d throw the ring in the ocean, but its glow firmly holds us,
Speaking of change, while married to old ways.
Curious I am, to know where I’ve been wrong so often,
Impressions that may have made others dissociate from me.
Perhaps I ponder at bees, as I am swept among pollen,
Oblivious to stings, when the nectar tastes so sweet.