Once more I found myself
Wedged into a cycle of regret.
The lessons learned from times past
Eluded me in my time of need –
No witty reply,
No clever riposte
Escaped my gaping mouth…
Until I got home with time to stew –
Mentally running scenarios, and
Creating unspoken witticisms.
One day I’ll be prepared
For the audacity of my fellow man.
Maybe…
Poetry is my aeroplane 