Lamentable Virtue Poem by Brenda Lee Renwick
Lamentable Virtue
Nothing to be sorry for,
Nothing to regret;
To ponder endless hours o’er –
To worry, moan, or fret.
Naught of which to be ashamed
And wish had never been;
To know that all things have a price
And wonder – what or when?
Knowing that I’ve made a choice
And done just what I should,
Why then do I feel bereft
Instead of smugly good?
Friday, July 2, 2010
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