Hunger

The more I think about
the days when I was young
the more I hunger
for them back again
to correct the mistakes
I made back then.
To get to know more of the people
I went to school with
and make more of them a friend.
Sadly that can never be
and all I am left with is thoughts
of what might have been
had I spoken out a bit more.

18 September 2009

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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