This is a poem which I found among my mother’s things. She wrote a number of very beautiful poems, some complex and some simple. In her memory I intend to post them over the next year. I love this simple one as it is so haunting. It was probably written during WWII when so many young men were being killed.
Two things to us come not again –
The love denied,
The opportunity forgone.
Fate will deride
The penance paid in useless tears,
Drowning our laughter.
These things to us come not again.
Their loss, irreparable, in vain
Clings gnawing the relentless years
That follow after.