REMORSE IN VAIN
by Thomas McKean
Mountains cold and tall,
climbing to the new sky,
shrouded in gray,
ice at its peaks.
Rows of chairs,
thoughtless anger,
none to be found,
forever unbound.
No guilt or shame,
with remorse in vain,
calm and serene,
nothing detained.
Bright it shines,
sun adorned,
cloudless sky,
prickled in thorns.
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REMORSE IN VAIN 🏔 A Poem by Thomas McKean
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Born Blessed in South Korea in 1969 and raised in Baltimore, I’ve built a career with 20 years in customer service and 10 years in behavioral health. The crowning jewel of my studies came when I earned the only passing grade of an A from a Harvard professor — a true master of the craft of Shakespeare
And the English language, whose guidance opened the gateway to worlds of imagination, discipline, and wonder.
Married for 25 years, I share the good life with two dogs (Isabella and Juliet) and one cat named Maddie. In my free time, I enjoy writing, biking, gospel music, and spending time with my pastor and friends.
