Mortality

Regrets
     by R. Grieves

She lies there in lace
With a frown on her face
Trying to trace where she's been.

Her life is 'most over
And she's not walked in clover
Nor White Cliffs of Dover she's seen.

In quiet times she's haunted
By things that she wanted
And now feels taunted by them

She's let others decide
Then has had to abide,
Never to ride on a whim.

Now the chances are gone
And won't again dawn
As more regrets spawn in her head.

The message she's giving
Is to live while you're living
Avoiding misgivings when dead.

Resolutions

New Years Resolutions, by R. Grieves

New Year's resolutions?
Not making them this year,
For in mere months, sometimes days
I break them, that is clear.

Instead I'm setting goals
That are possible to achieve.
Things I want that I can control,
If only I believe.

I'm shunning rules full of don'ts
or promises I cannot keep
Like don't eat that, you will get fat.
Work harder; get more sleep.

Clean your houses and organize,
Be careful what you eat.
Instead I set this goal for me:
Be kind to everyone I meet.

And when it comes daily tasks
I'll give my very best
But will not flagellate myself
 If it seems I failed the test.

Sure, my days are numbered.
That's how it's always been
But I am here, and this is now
I'll live the day I'm in.