Hi Sylvia,
Hi John ! oops.gif
Having trouble with yer conscience, HAHA.. sorry 'bout that. Course, I didn't understand a thing till I read your explanation to Nina. I have an excuse, tho', it's that I'm under the influence of....NO, NOT WHAT YOU THINK, i've got the damn 'flu, that's the excuse for my un-brightness today.... comedy.gif
Yeah, well there's nothing too drastic. I suppose the point I'm trying to make is, that after a period of time, the big mistakes we make during our lives can never be undone.
The girth of lost days.
I really like this bit, not sure why, but it's a superb way of expressing the lifeline of your poem. Extremely original, John, wish I'd said that !
Thanks Sylv, I get a kick, when someone lets me know they find something interesting in me dabblings.
I haven't read everybody's comments coz of my brain fog today. I just like the way you've dealt with that horrid bogey-man inside all of us. Nay, I correct that, there seem to be plenty of people around with no conscience at all. Glad u have one, Arnie !! rainbow.gif
But don't let it keep you awake. One hasn't lived if one hasn't erred, I think somebody said, or did I just come up with this bit of wisdom? grinning.gif
Yer on the right track Sylv, we'd have to chained to a wall during our lives to do nothing that was sinful, but if that was the case we'd probably spend our days cussin n' aswearing.
Thanks for a good poem, as usual,
Got ta catch up with ya with me e-mails, Sylvia.

I'll send ya report from downunder soon
YAPFDU,
jOHN