• At the end of ones life,
    Aught not one to reflect?

    To ponder and remember,
    Of all things done and said?

    Instead of closing doors, you could have opened them.
    To worlds and stories untold.

    Harsh words and spiteful arguments,
    When peace could have blossomed from your mouth.

    All ingratitude and malcontent,
    Could have been much better spent,
    Instead finding beauty in the mundane.