carved
in granite
I'm
sure you have
your
regrets, things you would
have
done differently, if you could.
You
had losing tickets
in
the Kid Lottery.
It's
the same for everyone.
Don't
let anyone tell you different.
I
never won the Husband Lottery
either,
though I've only played
a
couple of times.
Beneath
the smiling family pictures,
that
perfect veneer, we're all nursing
disappointments,
grievances, injuries
wrapped
oh so tightly.
I
let my wounds show, braver
or
stupider than most.
Dumber
than a box of rocks.
February
4, 2015
prompt: disappointment poem
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