I took some time a while ago-
To kind of clear my mind.
To rethink past decisions,
The all-too-painful kind.
I thought of faulty judgment…
And poorly chosen friends,
Along the road less traveled,
And I wonder how it ends?
The grass was always greener-
The future always bright.
But I found the times grew leaner,
And the prospects dark as night.
The years have passed too quickly.
The road has been too hard;
My heart and mind have suffered,
Wounds, and now they're scarred.
The hopes and aspirations-
All died upon the vine.
When it came down to the "blame game",
I found it all was mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem