Regret the things I didn’t do
And the things I did
Discouraged by my own psyche
And wallow for a bit
To see the road bumps coming
I just drive over them
Moving forward, don’t look back
Is energy better spent
Living in the moment
I was blind to that
I thought they were my friends
But really they were not
Everything has a purpose
Nothing’s an accident
Regrettable association?
Why go salvage it?
Decisions, friends and partners
Things I wish I didn’t do
Mostly calculated risks
Some stupid, but true
Now I close the page
And go read something else
Continuing on the path
I’ve drawn for myself
Thinking of the things I could
Have done or could have said
Whatever happens, happens
How do you deal with regret?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem