the silent resonance of regret

Another month, another poem.  When all is said and done, as I look back on my achievements — and lacks thereof; the list of unfinished goals — this column is one thing I will not regret.  It reminds me to exercise my love of verse.  To spare some minutes for a cherished pursuit.  I have too long forsaken my songwriting passion.  Too easily ignored other beloved penchants, the dreams and druthers that shape who I am.  It is these glaring omissions that plague me most as Time courses too...