I lived the High Life with regrets!

by CRAFTY KEN   Sep 3, 2016


I lived the High Life with regrets!

Yes, but I died to the low life! I fed upon life's elixir of glory and fame, how long before I drank the cup of shame?

I'm not on their list but some know their names, just heard the news that a Party is the way to go, no dress needed, come as you are, who needs to know?

I wake to something bright from above, the shade I shove, next to me is not the one that I love. That magical potion I stared at, lingering with glistening eyes before I drank, for the horrible results, God I will not thank. As I lift my head it is eating that I dread, where is that dog and his magical hair, to lift this burden that I bear?

Was last night worth it I wonder as many do, with its alluring lust, drink, lightning and thunder?

Well next week I will again meet my new sweet, throw care to the wind, ignore God's warning that always comes in the morning, it is so familiar. I see you smile as I walk down the aisle, I almost trip on your feet as I sit with you in the Pew, just me and you.

Author Ken
September 3, 2016

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  • 8 years ago

    by Marvellous

    Nothing is hidden under sun _that's my greatest lesson in Life. All we hide, someday comes to light _to ridicule or cheer us on. I'm no better victim than most _thankfully, now testimony.
    I certainly hope all learn this. You never cease to amaze me!

    • 7 years ago

      by CRAFTY KEN

      Thanks as always Marvelous.

  • 8 years ago

    by Denise Jefferson

    I've been there I must admit and glad those dreaded days are over. Sometimes we just don't think and yes end up with shame.
    Shame on us, love the poem

    • 8 years ago

      by CRAFTY KEN

      Thanks Denise, isn't it so true that only having experienced those things are you able to comfort others who are downtrodden and broken having been snared in the web of evil. This is also true for those sick and afflicted, I remember someone asking me; how do you know how I feel? I told them of having a life threatening illness, given the Last Rights, falling off a ladder and temporarily being paralyzed but alive and well today. Regards, Ken

  • 8 years ago

    by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist

    Oh what a sad heart felt piece. .The emotion is tasteful as well as the choice of words. .. I can feel the sadness. I'm Sorry if my eyes skipped this beautiful piece.
    been busy finding my old piece. it's worth reading Ken

    take care. .

    Gel

    • 8 years ago

      by CRAFTY KEN

      Thanks Gel, life can be a veil of tears indeed!
      When we are young life is fun, as we age we turn that page, we begin to remember the valley's more than the mountain peaks which is what the heart seeks! I put my reply in a special poem for you.

      God bless, Ken

  • 8 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    My dear Ken, your poetry holds so much wisdom to it and I honestly hope that more young people would listen. Very sad. Be blessed and take care.

    • 7 years ago

      by CRAFTY KEN

      Thanks Dag, I have great thoughts and prayers for you.

  • 8 years ago

    by Em

    What a beautiful but sad story Ken.

    • 8 years ago

      by CRAFTY KEN

      Yes, sad indeed EM, the silver lining was that my Nephew Fireman (Now a Battalion Chief) did not die in the Towers because after the first attack the City shut down the tunnel to Staten Island otherwise he would have died with his men, his brother had a Class at the Towers that day but after the first plane struck a Policeman told him to get away from there, he ran to the Staten Island Ferry with people jumping in the water to get on the Ferry, it was then he saw the second plane hit the second Tower. I thank God for his hand in our lives, I was retired and when I turned on the TV I thought at first why are they showing smoke stacks but when I realized what it was I cried and prayed, heart breaking seeing people falling to their deaths.

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