Wander My Path

When I was younger, I wrote poetry all the time. As life became busier and I became older, I lost the desire to keep writing. But lately, with so many emotions flooding my mind, the words just kept coming. So, I grabbed a pen and paper (an index card specifically) and just wrote away.

I thought I had more time
Brushing off the ache of regret
But now too Late, the day is here
A New Year and snowy winds
The air heavy with unspoken words
Now again, too late for farewell
Only remains is the bitter sorrow