Reminiscence commenced: Waster Years

I think of all the years wasted,

Emotion I could have cut and pasted.

Eyes wet with sorrow and joy,

Could have lent to my employ.

Thirty-three years; tried and true,

Ghastly events and gladness ensued.

Yet all the words for each passion,

Lost in time from lack of mission.

From this point forward, I do declare:

Allow my mind and pen to ensnare,

All feelings, hope, compassion, and glee,

Be scribbled on paper and read freely.

But those feelings of dread and sadness beware,

I will leave in a notebook all unaware,

For dwelling on the ill begotten thoughts?

Nope, I grandly think not.

Those who may understand:

My happiness I encourage to grow.

And those wanting the quicksand:

The rabbits dig deep their burrow.

2/1/22