Those Days
The blueprints drawn but soon mislaid
The mortar ready but no bricks laid
I should have run but instead I stayed
Those days I could have changed.
Now standing in the empty road
The air slowly growing cold
Thinking of the times of old
Those days I could have changed.
Too late now for I have aged
Cannot do much at this stage
Feeling cooped up in some cage
Those days I wish I'd changed.
I get it. I feel much the same sometimes. Other times, I don’t. Keep with it. The good days make it worth it.
Most of the time.
This made me think about how regret often isn’t grief for a decision. It’s grief for a person we never got the chance to become. The image of having the mortar ready but no bricks laid captures that feeling so well. Thank you for sharing this. It left me sitting with my own “those days I could have changed” for a while.