When back into my past, restored anew,
And waking in myself, returned to youth--
An unsought turn which I could not undo--
In hope of fixing errors all uncouth,
Without a backward glance I carried on,
Though back was forward on a different road,
And changed the fates wherever I had gone,
Where time and fortune's rivers never flowed.
My hubris smothered infants still unborn;
My pride turned happy memories to stone--
I never should have wakened on that morn
To dig this grave and end here all alone!
Eternity awaits my presence yet,
Where I will linger on in my regret.
Nayad A. Monroe
* With apologies to those of you who have seen it already and are not getting something new on this day.