What Might Have Been Poem by John Yaws

I guess age will get you thinking.
Of the way things were "back then".
And set your mind to pondering-
The things that might have been.

You think of rash decisions-
The dreams of greener fields.
The bitter disappointment-
That a shattered dream oft yields.

The girls who caught your fancy,
In stolen interludes-
The romance which fell victim-
To your fickle, flighty moods.

The wasted miles you traveled,
The chances thrown away-
As you watched your dreams unraveled,
At the close of every day.

You sigh, and often wonder-
If you could live it all again-
Would you change those rash decisions-
When you view what might have been.