Regrets Of A Dead Man Poem by Gregory Huyette

In this pine box I now regret all the things I didn’t do
Busy with myself, I never heard other points of view.
My world grew around me instead of the other way.
Now I’ve no chance to learn what that world had to say.

Just yesterday my world was teeming with forevers.
Then in an instant cruel fate severed my endeavors.
If I had another chance, how different I would be.
I’d be a part of other worlds and learn from what I see.

With time so precious, important things would be done.
My world could be for others with love, respect and fun.
But sadly here I lie hoping that there is a heaven’s gate,
Knowing my life could have been a heaven
But sadly it’s now all too late.