All the distance I've travelled,
Between then and now;
All the ageing years passed,
Between then and now;
All the dreams now expired,
Between then and now...

All the love's I've banished,
All the tears I couldn't shed;
All the wisdom unproclaimed,
All the words left unread;
Between then and now...

All the bridges I've burned,
All the opportunity unproclaimed;
All the crossroads, in which the wrong direction I've turned;
Between then and now...

No more time, now remains,
No more crossroads, are there to reach;
No more love, to be bestowed me;
The last wrong direction,
The last dead end in which I'll reach;
Between then and now...

sorry to say
but some of your poems
aren't poems

it snows and with it comes the quiet
quiet little town gets even quieter and snow, see
it's like a warm hand clasping mine in the middle of a deep
sobbing cry
sits down and soothes with a whisper
and a misty breath that shushes till the fit fades
snow softens the blow of reality
and as it freezes the tips of noses it does so with time