In Search Of Self Poem by John Yaws

I tried to tell you, the words wouldn't come-
Pride? Yes, it must have been pride.
I stood, oh, so haughty, as you walked away-
And something inside of me died.

"I'm sorry", comes easy, when it's far too late-
A lesson I've learned in life's school.
Good things don't always come to those who wait-
There are exceptions to every rule.

Nostalgia is foolish, or so I've been told-
The past is now all I possess.
For me there's no future, I've thrown it away-
My memories are all I have left.

Self-pity? I doubt it. No feelings at all-
No joy, no pain, no despair.
No plans, no regrets, and no place I must go…
I, honestly, really, don't care.

So my aspiriations are to live one more day-
And put one day's journey behind.
And see if, in passing, some lesson I learn,
Or truth, undiscovered, can find.