Uncompleted (Poetry)

There’s so much I have left undone —
I’ve left unsaid, I’ve left untried
a multitude — a virtual ton
of plans untested, tears uncried

Quite suddenly there seems no time
the opportunities slid past
those lips unkissed almost a crime
the impulse fleeting — overcast

So many dreams in haste dismissed
when dull routine left little room
for whimsy — thoughts remained unwished
or swept aside by duty’s broom

The mind’s quiet rebel scales the wall
imagining some bold escape
while freedom’s ladder beckons all
I’ve left adventure way too late