I walk the road of no regrets
Dirt scuffed shoes and poplar leaves
Fallen heroes grieve for me
Womankind stacked at my feet
Her voice calls out in unison
I sing in tandem heart bereaved
The chime says no regrets for me
A wasted form of liberty
I walk the road of no regrets
Dirt scuffed shoes and poplar leaves
Fallen heroes grieve for me
Womankind stacked at my feet
Her voice calls out in unison
I sing in tandem heart bereaved
The chime says no regrets for me
A wasted form of liberty
I totally agree with these fine words. Regret is a wasted emotion.
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Thanks Peter
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I agree Lynn, no regrets, it was all meant to be.
Leslie
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Thank you Leslie xo
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Great opening line. Loved this from start to finish
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You are so kind! Thank you
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You most certainly need no regrets dear Lynz… Beautiful … Hope you and yours enjoyed Thanksgiving time where you are.. Much love. ❤
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Thanks so much Sue xo
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❤
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Whatever happened may direct us but we should not allow any regrets to keep us in place. Beautiful poem, Lynn.
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Yes!!
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❤
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You walked over burning coals to become diamond fire. No regrets. 🌟✨💫
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Wow that is lovely! Thank you Gail ❤️💕
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Lyn, you have no idea how much I admire you. 🌟
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You are so kind Gail! That really means so very much to me. It is hard to feel worthy, good about yourself even if you have tried your best. It really makes me feel proud when you tell me that! Thank you, ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Wonderful poem, Lynn!! xoxoxoxo
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Thank you PJ xoxoxo
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No regrets and those dirt scuffed shoes tell your story.
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Thank you brother xx
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You’re welcome always, sister 😊🤗
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xo
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Beautiful walk through the refiner’s fire and finding your life changed into gold. I am so happy for you, Lynn. ❤
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Wow you are a poet through and through dear Ina! xoxoxo
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Regrets weren’t met to be, you see. Kick them aside with dirt scuffed shoes. It’s your turn to be what you choose.
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Thank you sweet Franci!
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My pleasure, Lynn!
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Great !! Love it espcially this line “I sing in tandem heart bereaved” 🙂
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Thank you
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😊
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Beautiful and heroic, Lynn. We cannot change the past, so regrets accomplish nothing. Smile and embrace the future, my friend.
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Thank you ❤️
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