Who would I be now
if I did that when

let me find a pen
and think of when

what measure a man
but the sum of his choices squared

what life we wear
is our choices striped bare

can you spare
a morality pair

bend to break
but never ever bend to lose shape

shattered pieces can be mended
thus it is as creation intended

but remember stray too far
away from your centering star

and you might lose your compunction
for form and function

some roads are only one way trips
and its never wise to book passage on a sinking ship

so go right go left
break good break bad but stay in step

Who would I be now
if I did that when?

Marriage, once I came
to know you well, ceased to be
a step to avoid

regret
[ri-gret]
/rɪˈɡrɛt/
noun. the lump in your throat that arrived when she left

Tattoos ran up and down her body...
Beautiful pieces of artwork that she alone understood.

For she, herself was like artwork...
Seen by many and understood by one.

Me.

As a beginner of life
I took baby steps
I just wanted to comprehend the world and whatever it had to offer
Then as i grew older i wanted to explore
Later i wanted it all--easy money,easy ***,fame,fortune....
And now as i stand on the edge of life
With death staring me in the face
I can't help but think of you
You were full of spirit
Me...i could never be like you
Never had no soul
My heart was nothing but an empty hole
You were the best thing that ever happened to me
And i hurt you and ruined it
The scars of regret have covered my face
I got no defence...no hiding place
Probably faith is my only refuge
I stare outta my window and see the world go by..
...Engaged in its own business
No one gives a F* about me
Not my family
Neither my friends
Not even my enemies
The wheel of my life is in its final motion now
It will stop anytime now
And so as i prepare to bid my final goodbye
I ponder over my life
What are my achievements?
I don't know
What are my credentials?
Don't have a clue
What good have i done?
Not a lot really
What is my perception of life?
It's tough but not heartless
If only i could turn back time and make it all right...
..Trust me..i would...

The smell of sewer wafts through the air
Giving a beautiful view
An unbearable stench
Smoke fills in the spaces between peoples faces
The crowd filling in every space in the street
Leaving little room to walk
Just to watch as you slowly shuffle along
Store windows filled with souvenirs
The kind people bring back for friends they care little about
I watched as wooden dolls and straw hats are hustled to passerbys
Then something catches my eye
Tea
Only you know why

All I ever learned
of nobility I learned
from my Newfoundland