I have as many regrets
As have been the secrets
I've made as many mistakes
As I've profited from snakes
I've been as stubborn
As been recklessly driven
I've been as condescending
As my judgment never-ending
I've been as stupid
As many times there was Cupid
I've been as needy
By much more than just greedy
I've been as foolish
As many times I've been clueless
I've been as homicidal
As are there suicidal
Created as many crises
As my mind's eye sees
Hurt as many feelings
As have had double-dealings
Been as vain and nasty
As the book Ecclesiastes
.
Pray for me
.
But the future is as much
Part of my life that's in touch
With the man who can pause
The path of past, passed, that was
.
Keep praying for me
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
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When Big Bands Played on every station 📻
When big bands ruled the world, with live broadcast each night. A slow world. A sentimental world. A world that believed in God. In LOVE. A world after the war that appreciated the small things, the community and most importantly family above all else. What a beautiful world that was of values. If we could only add progression to old school morality then maybe one would have less suffering. A book I read often from the 1950 states “if suffering made the world wise, a wise world it would be” after the world wars what a wise world we were becoming. If progression could meet slowness, like the Italian say “the art of doing nothing” what a peaceful world we would have. Big Bands brought in peace in a time the world didn’t know the end, each night the news goes off, did a love one die? Is your family now just a Jayne or Joe doe somewhere out there? Well forget your troubles we are all in this together- here is Glenn Miller and his Big Bands singing it’s a blue world, the moonlight serenade begins for a hour where you forget your troubles and melt in with the big band. Once the war was over those late night broadcasts became coming home dances. For a moment to me that was a beautiful world. Radio Days. Glenn miller and his orchestra playing live lifting spirits. A beautiful world that must had been for that moment. To be alive and to be appreciative of every second God Has given you.
By La Regina💗Kallie Venturini❤️about 3 hours ago in Poets
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This poem serves as a stunning reminder of the complexity of the human experience by capturing the weight of previous mistakes and the raw honesty of introspection.