Never a Fool

 

I stand into the brisk wind,
and what usually invigorates me,
now sends shivers down my spine.

I suddenly feel as if my life
is being blown past me,
and nothing is as it used to be.

Or, better I should say,
Nothing is as I thought
it would be.

They are not just lost moments,
but lost days that turned into weeks,
then months and surely years.

Could I have missed
so many opportunities?
Or made so many bad decisions?

Trying to do the right thing,
or the appropriate thing, or
the thing that pleased others . . .

Did I miss my chances
to do my own things,
that would’ve made me more happy?

Where did it all go?
What could I have done or been?
Did I let life pass me by, just the living of it?

Do I have excuses for all those things?
Or at least rationalizations for the undone?
Or the glorious might have-beens?

Or was it simply,
That I could have been foolish,
More often and just let life happen?

Alice Parker © 2001

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