Thinking Bout Things Poem by keith brown

My life is full, of
Things I should have said.
Things I should have done.
Things I might have changed,
or somehow rearrange.

If my conscious once had won


Things that could,
have changed a course.
As a flood invades a stream
Things I might have changed,
or somehow rearrange.

If I'd followed my own dream

Things that now,
lay dormant in the darkest
recess of my mind.
Things I might have changed,
or somehow rearranged.

I'd I'd not been so resigned

Things that now,
haunt, each and every dream,
to my memory now belong.
Things I never changed,
nor tried to rearrange.

Things that argue, for the right in every wrong.

Keith brown