A callow mind would be inclined
To taking reckless leaps;
But safety nets prevent regrets
And lives in broken heaps.
In retrospect you may detect
The reason for your strife;
But hindsight's view will not undo
Your now chaotic life.
'If only I...', the famous cry,
That echo of despair,
Escapes the lips of one who slips
Not exercising care.
Impulsive moves will often prove
A foil to your intent.
And careful thought would not have wrought
A life of discontent.
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