Kalanchoe 2020b1

Kalanchoe 2020b1

   locked inside,
today i look
      at memories.

      think about all
those friends who
   might have been.

   beautiful women
who smile at me,
      and don't even
know my name.

i look at novels
      i have not yet
begun to write,

   dream of houses
i have yet to build,

meditate on
      songs i have 
   not written,
nor ever sung.

      is it time
to regret my
   time is yet
   so limited,

   the things i
wanted to do
and have not?