Sentimentality and longing–drowning
In a sea of what was.
Knowing that one can never go back
To childhood,
To before grandma died,
Before the loss of grandpa,
Before any of the idiotic decisions we make
During the folly of our youth and beyond.
The impossibility of this is obvious;
Time only marches forward,
Steady and resolute in its determination.
Leaving us, if we choose to stay,
in the dust and cobwebs of our past.
One must ask, “To what end?”
To be passed…
By opportunities for love,
The love of family,
All the good that life has to offer.
A life of misery,
A life of hoping for what was,
What can never be,
This is the fate of so many.
Living in sorrow, void of hope,
Void of happiness,
Drowning–in sentimentality and longing.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
