The story of my life

The story of my life

I bet the story of my life
Would sweat the tears from stones
Melting the snow bonnets on the top
Alter into salty streams of sorrows

Complaining not
Just few regrets of unfulfilled dreams
Of people left too early ,leaving cavities
That did not heal till now

I do not live in past
The useless task of wiping out rain on window pane
Is better close the chapter,visiting sometimes
Make it learning process ,where our lapses slumber

I come in the attic ,grabbing the pieces of regrets
Hanging them on sun to dry and air
We all have stories that would melt the ice

by Margaret Gudkov
art by James Christensen