adventures in dysthymia

Tuesday, July 25, 2006


Everyone deserves
a second chance but I
have never asked for one,
never would ask for one.

Come. Let us tell
the full moon of our regrets;
let us sing until
morning learns the tune.

Then, what is, will be;
each decision sleeps
off its drunken coin-toss
and wakes with no regrets.

Stephen Brooke ©2006

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