West’s in my view,

Bed-end pulls down my sun.

Dragging forth memories

Of tasks completed

But mainly of what’s left undone.

All that’s left me’s to wish,

Done that instead of this,

Said this and not said that.

Should’ve know better,

Seen through my ignorant bliss.

Just a second to feel regret,

No time to remake friend from foe.

If only knew back then,

Wouldn’t end my earthly tour

Burdened with all this woe.

© John Sales 2004.