Guilts of past

"Had nights been quite longer,
days been shorter,
Had I been given some more time to know you,
to praise you,
to sense your inner beauty..."

Murmured the old man,
seated in his armchair,
recalling the past,
who's memory can't last...

He want to say sorry now,
But don't know how...
B'coz it was he who closed all doors,
And had not gone to any matters core,
But now after loosing everything,
He aspires to have a magic wand,
To redo what he should have done...
But knows that the time has gone...

Sitting in his armchair,
The picture on the front wall he stares,
Wipes tears coming out of his spects,
There's no one he expects,
To drop-in n say "hello!"...
No one to whom he could tell he feels how "low"...

But he knew it was he,
Who himself believed in the words I n Me,
Even after so many years,
He has no one near,
To love, to console...
To care, to know his soul...

And at the end he realizes,
Why he feels so low,
That there are too many things he don't know,
He always tried to run way from his duties,
Has never seen live's n nature's real beauty...

Now what he can find is ,
Himself sitting alone,
Gathering memories,
Which now makes him realize n gifts him...
Nothing else... But..
His "GUILTS OF PAST"
Which definitely would never "last",
so, he whispered once in air,
"these are all guilts of my past..
that I can't know my life..."
and then his soul left his body...
Letting him seated in his armchair... forever