Reflections Poem by William Mowell

The things in the past I'd change
Or maybe just rearrange
I thought I hated my grandma til the day she died
But after her death, I still sat down and cried

A girl in my past that never knew
In the midst of my anger, that chair flew
Reflections in the water are all I see
Reflections in the water of a man in need

I should have never had that first sip of alcohol
Letting her leave at the beginning of fall
Love slips by, and time moves on
Addiction sets in, living all wrong

Can you tell the story behind the reflection
Was it a great one, or one of rejection
All the lying and the cheating
The underhanded dealings

The things in my past I'd change
What would you rearrange?