What Could Have Been Poem by Saju Abraham

As he lay staring at the spot on the wall,
and rued the chances lost,
paint peeling off,
he thought of what could have been,
bright pink under the peel.

As he pressed his face against the grill,
and saw others pass before him,
leaving him behind,
he thought of what could have been,
big dreams webbed together.

As years peeled off,
and saw his offspring flail,
leaving him nothing to hang onto,
he thought of what could have been,
my today for their tomorrow.

As he lay on the bed of rest,
and felt the pangs of loneliness,
waiting for something to happen,
he thought of what could have been,
kids playing around him in his garden.