My Fault Poem by John Yaws

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.