The Lost Man's Poem
In winter's cold I find regret
upon the path I chose.
In all the endless blinding snow
I fear I mis-turned
The distant sun has little warmth
for those who went astray.
And now the glow of hearth and home
are all too far away.
The rhythms/flow of this poem may make more sense when read in a slight english/scottish accent such as the one the author uses in his head even if it comes out all American when he actually talks.
::sigh:: I miss you English accent.
upon the path I chose.
In all the endless blinding snow
I fear I mis-turned
The distant sun has little warmth
for those who went astray.
And now the glow of hearth and home
are all too far away.
The rhythms/flow of this poem may make more sense when read in a slight english/scottish accent such as the one the author uses in his head even if it comes out all American when he actually talks.
::sigh:: I miss you English accent.