Here, the ghosts collect
Payments due
For regret’s riders
All your life
Contained in moments
Lost to time
And so we pay out
Into hands
No one else can see
Here, the ghosts collect
Payments due
For regret’s riders
All your life
Contained in moments
Lost to time
And so we pay out
Into hands
No one else can see
I sometimes feel like time slips by without us really taking advantage of every second. It’s only when we look back and reflect and wonder where all the time went. Nice poem.