Regret Poem

Missing Out On Life While Waiting

When we are continuously waiting for the next thing in life to happen, we miss the most vital and beautiful parts of life.

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Death, My Loyal Friend

Published by Family Friend Poems February 2016 with permission of the Author.

When I was born, I was dying for warmth,
And as I grew, I was dying again.
Dying for affection, for love.
I was dying simply for a friend.

Though I got all of these,
I was always dying for more.
Dying to get older,
Dying to escape life's pause.

I was dying to find someone,
Dying to settle down,
Dying to be happier,
To have someone to wrap around.

I continued dying every day
Until I hit 99 and grew weak.
I was dying to see my family,
Dying not to fade; this I began to seek.

And then I saw it in that light.
I was finally dying for something to give,
And I knew that I had been dying for so long
That I forgot how to live.

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by Ella Starling
7 years ago

I like how this poem perfectly depicts how life is and how everyone is constantly wanting more and never truly happy with what they have. Social media has taken over the life of many and no doubt taken the life of some. What we see online is a false representation of ourselves. It is about how we want to be and be perceived by others. If your friend gets a new top, you automatically want it. The small things in life matter, and be happy with all that you have and not unhappy with the things you don't have.