No Remorse
Enjoying the sunshine in old Mexico,
we sat on a balcony and watched the sea roll.
Waves crashing on the beach.
Washing away all sin and deceit.
As I sipped at my Tequila,
I ordered her a Margarita.
We talked of times in other places.
About the time we dressed in laces.
We talked of plans and resolutions.
We decided we had no quick solutions.
We’ve been through all this before.
We decide it’s time to close the door.
The good times have run their course.
We have reached our end with no remorse.
You’ll go your way and I’ll go mine.
Good times with others at a future time.
We’ve had the best of what was given.
Now it’s time for us to go on living.
We both agree to go our own way.
No regrets left for either to say.
So, we enjoy one final drink together.
We talk of the past and about the weather.
We talk about how far we’ve come.
Though, at times, things were troublesome.
There were many happy times to compensate.
Many, many times we got to bed late.
But, it’s all behind us now.
You finish your drink and I take a bow.
A kiss on the cheek and you walk away.
I watch until you drive away.
I stand and finish my alcoholic tea.
Then I walk straight into the sea!!
The good times have run their course.
We have reached the end with no remorse.
You’ll go your way and I’ll go mine.
Good times with others at a future time.
We’ve had the best of what was given.
Now it’s time for us to go on living.
We both agree to go our own way.
No regrets left for either to say.—————R. W. Johnson—-(2012)