Margins of My Mind, a poem by James Walmsley at Spillwords.com
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Margins of My Mind

Margins of My Mind

written by: James Walmsley

 

As I walk down this worried path,
where many a man and beast hath tread.
Pondered at the life I do hath,
wonder at what was weaved by life’s thread

Regret is in the margins of my mind,
for regret is not a thing of the unselfish
It is a thought that is always unkind,
and just a thought that is here to punish.

Walking with my father when just a boy,
whose thread of life is not yet weaved.
With a fertile mind ready for the seed,
that some men are ready to deceive.

The fork in the path is up ahead,
like all forks it offers choice.
The boy will choose in his father’s stead
striven to remember his father’s voice.

And if the path he walks is full of turns,
demons plague him and point the way.
At this time for his father he yearns,
for a hint of where the right path lay.

And when the path runs straight and true,
and there is little else to do.
No longer driven to achieve,
still there are those who would deceive.

James Walmsley

James Walmsley

I am a retired Engineer, I now spend my time writing and playing guitar.
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