Farewell To Things Unachieved

Scattered across this miserable sea,
Are ripples of all what became of me.
The good was intended for bad to know.
The bad was misguided for good to show.
Flowers wanted to become forest trees,
And watch how their fruits fall down to their knees.
To daughters whose gardens boys couldn’t tend,
And friends who were enemies in the end,
Some days, we wear medals for much achieved;
Some nights, we dream of such than is received.
We’ve learnt to let go of things we can’t own,
So what is already gone should stay blown.

Leonell