Things Undone 1 comment

Tuesday, May 11th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer Things Undone Endless stones on a grassy hill Watching the flowers nod and sway In spite of the sun I felt a chill As I counted each rose and daffodil Their brightness filled the silent day Her words grew inside my mind “Bring me flowers while I am living.” Don’t wait for death or you will find Time has passed and you’ve been blind Too late now for any giving I sat in the shade of an ancient tree Pondering thoughts of those I knew Knowing each thought we have is free We now decide who we want to be When we choose what we say and do I should have changed so long ago Going my thoughtless, merry way Being young, how was I to know? That my regrets o’er time would grow From things undone from yesterday © September 27, 2002 Marissa A Spencer

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