These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Sins of Omission

The many things I hope to do,
too often never done.
I'd shared my faith, that it'd bless you,
yet conversations, none.

The tire runs flat without the air,
that keeps it rolling on.
The day runs fast without a care,
'til energy is gone.

The light bulb for the play's spotlight
must never be gone out
for the climax scene on opening night
or one's job will be in doubt.

Omission comes in every size
from large to very small.
Right doing brings the biggest prize
when Honor's deed doth call.

Regrets of life on that last day,
I'm told's not money more,
but time with family, more to say,
the things we oft ignored.

line count: 20
poetry form: quatrains of iambic tetrameter & iambic trimeter lines
prompt number: 24(February 24th, 2026)

by Jay O’Toole
on February 24th, 2026