To Be Or Not To Be Poem by cheryl davis miller

An inconsequential life;
lived out in deep regret.
What could change the circumstance;
about which now I fret.

What difference could be made
if I; in time went back?
What changes would I then make;
to fill what I now lack?

Friendships that evaporate,
as tho they never were.
Covenants now lay broken;
as vows are now a slur.

A world where nothing matters;
lest money is involved.
Where oaths of deep devotion
are easily dissolved.

Such emptiness for most men
would break the heart indeed.
I guess I'm not as most men;
for consequence I'll plead.

c.d.m.12/7/13