PAIN AT THE SETTING OF THE SUN

I feel a strange pain

In my heart

With the setting of the sun.

Another day is over

So much left undone So many songs unsung.

Thank-you letters I did not write

The roses I forgot to send

The kindness I forgot to extend

Are my anxieties in the dark of the night.

The helping hand I did not extend

The appreciation I withheld

The promises I couldn’t keep

Nag my conscience as I sleep.

The missed opportunities I did not pursue

Are my nemeses that come alive

In the deafening silence of the night

And question my very being, with a slight.

The simple things

That we leave undone

Come back to haunt us

At the setting of the sun.

28 December 2013. Jaipur.