“Old Man with a Vanitas Still Life” by David Rijckaert III.‘Shadows of Regret’ by Phil S. Rogers The Society March 12, 2021 Beauty, Poetry 3 Comments . I watched as the convening mist rose twisting through the trees; It changed gray shapes and silhouettes, and shattered inner ease. I closed my eyes and bowed my head at shadows dark and gaunt. Poor choices often follow us; a lifetime they can haunt. The murk and shadows preyed on me though decades long had passed; but even now some thoughts remained, mistakes I had amassed. A noiseless voice spoke quietly as wraiths of haze danced by, of vague outlines of memories, but few to make me cry. Then suddenly I wasn’t alone; the moonlight peered through haze. The truth shutdown my sense of gloom for there was much to praise. The merging shadows uttered not, bad thoughts they did allay. Good luck and fortune had followed me; mistakes drifted away. I could now see the foolishness of dwelling on things past. Fortune so oft a fleeting thing; my eyes opened at last. There comes a time to recognize a life that owes no debt. Banish thoughts of no consequence, the shadows of regret. . . Phil S. Rogers is a sixth generation Vermonter, age 72, now retired, and living in Texas. He served in the United States Air Force and had a career in real estate and banking. He previously published Everlasting Glory, a historical work that tells the story of each of the men from Vermont that was awarded the Congressional Medal Of Honor during the Civil War. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 3 Responses Tonia Kalouria March 12, 2021 Phil, Enjoyed this timely message very much. With all the Covid isolation, too-much-me-time, it has, indeed, led to an abundance of “woulda- coulda- shoulda. A lovely reminder to count our blessings instead. “Banish thoughts of no consequence” is truly a line to live by. Reply Benjamen Grinberg March 12, 2021 Thanks. Reply Paul Freeman March 12, 2021 A thoughtful and poignant piece. I think as we get older we all find the strength to forgive ourselves our past sins. But can we truly forgive our real whoppers. The jury’s out on that one for me. Thanks for the read, Phil. Reply Leave a Reply to Benjamen Grinberg Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.