NO REGRETS
Used to wonder,Why my glass was leaking.
Until I realised as I'm speaking,
I was leaking from my mouth.
How much more must I endure,
For life death is the only cure.
As I've stated many times before,
I haven't got there yet.
It'll be morning soon,
The flowers are out to bloom.
The sun is starting to shine,
Where it's raining all the time.
In the suntrap of the south.
The heat is rising,
The tarmacs blistering.
Under the auspice of the sun,
I think I'm in suntan city.
Watching bikini clad babes,
While I'm roasting in the sun.
Flip me over with a spatula,
I think one side is done.
My life isn't grammatically correct,
Don't care about death.
It's a long way off,
Then again I have no regrets.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-07-05 at 01:27
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