Having reached the end of a living
I now sit down, wondering
How the years so quickly passed by in the beginning
But now here it seems like an year as each second is retiring
Analyzing my life
I see what strife
I caused
Now, unable to correct
Looking at my mistakes
In the past, I begin to regret
Now having no use,
Knowing what’s right and wrong
I look upon my children,
the knowledge I have,
to pass on.
Pretending to listen
My whole life’s worth
They all go on
To lead a tender life on earth
It is a self analysis of your life but does fit with each one's life...we all do tend to have regrets.....
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It is a self analysis of your life but does fit with each one's life...we all do tend to have regrets.....