Hold the line
Turn back time
Guess your dreams always end - They don’t rise up just descend
He picked up a pebbleand threw it into the sea.
And another, and another.He couldn't stop.
He wasn't trying to fill the sea.He wasn't trying to empty the beach.
He was just throwing away,nothing else but.
Like a kitten playinghe was practicing for the future
when there'll be so many thingshe'll want to throw away
if only his fingers will unclenchand let them go.
by Norman MacCaig
There are far worse things to regret