To All My Husbands — Read This at My Wake

So many memories, so few regrets.

I sang the songs that came to me

While you plucked youthful strings.

We drank, we danced til sunrise,

And wilder, crazy things.

I fell into stupidity,

When passion caught my blood.

And crashed when hit by lightning,

All dreams dead in the mud.

I was a brilliant acrobat

And you a reckless saw.

While riding your wild horses

Down roads of broken laws.

Such love can only end in tears

And messes on the floor,

With broken vows and broken hearts,

And bullets through the door.

So much I thought was right, was wrong,

So much of wrong was right.

So much of life I had to learn

By slicing through a fight.

Then spent too long regretting.

I know that now, at last.

For none could've taught me better

Than living through my past.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Well, that's what life's about. We go through experiences and hopefully learn from them. Interesting how people on the same learning curve find each other.

[willweb]

I really like the flow of this. Regrets come after things don't go as hoped for. Nicely done. I liked this