No sense crying over spilt milk <br />That slowly grows sour. <br />For they are useless tears, my love <br />in every approaching hour. <br /> <br />For who of us is without fault <br />And who of us can say <br />they've never cried over spilt milk <br />When it's come their way? <br /> <br />The times are dark and lonely. <br />And nights become for me <br />time to repent my foolishness, <br />time for me to pray. <br /> <br />Mistakes come along for everyone. <br />No one can escape them. <br />But always there's a chance to change, <br />not let them happen again. <br /> <br />I believe in the goodness of people <br />who acknowledge their mistakes. <br />I look forward to each and everyone <br />who has suffered heartaches, <br /> <br />Being free from the feeling of guilt <br />with promise in their eyes <br />To try hard to dry up the spilt milk <br />and come to a compromise <br /> <br />to never let it take them down <br />or discourage trying again. <br />For what is life without error? <br />A place where when we die <br />we leave with regret for all that was left <br />because we did not try.<br /><br />Edwina Reizer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spilt-milk-3/
