Man of Regret

Not far down the road sits a farm with tall cornfields

There is a house with blue shutters and a broken down front porch

An overgrown bush of dead roses sits waiting to be saved

The yellow dried grass speaks volumes of abuse

There, inside the house lives an old man who sits on his tractor

He wears an old flannel shirt with torn overalls

His white hair glistens in the hot sun

Along with sad hollow eyes, all that proves he’s living

Is the pulse that beats softly inside his wrists

Each day he watches as his corn stalks grow another inch

Every afternoon he wanders through the high fields

And wishes he could take back what he did

Each day he cries a river of tears that could drown his own crops

But no one comes to visit him and he’s dying

He lives in silence with his regrets and his choices

When night falls and a heavy cloak of stars decorate the sky

He sits silently on his broken chair with his glass of wine

And he drowns himself into a forgotten time of “what if”

What if he had not looked at another woman?

What if he had promised to do what he was supposed to?

What if he had not broken her heart?

All these questions roam through his mind as he sits

And like what happens every night

He cries until he can no longer cry

When you pass this old farm house on the road

A man who knows what regret feels like

Lives inside these walls and speaks of it like his own native tongue

He knows what bad choices can do to you

He knows that if you forget where you are heading to

You will end up losing everything you have

Stop by and talk to him

Perhaps it is your own self you will see in him