My Thinking Problem
I’m looking back upon my life and listing things done wrong.
It seems that list keeps growing and becoming far too long.
In retrospect, sometimes I know I acted like a putz.
And other times, I fear that I had gone completely nuts!
Was this to be my legacy: A life so lived in haste?
That many things that I had done could be construed a waste.
There were events from long ago I simply can’t forget.
Some of them would be OK, but too many I regret.
I wish that I would have the luck to find a four-leaf clover.
I’d wish myself right back in time and do some things all over.
But Grandma said that “wishing” is a game that’s played by losers.
Life is filled with options and depends on how you choose yours.
Sadly now, I know I failed to heed my grandma’s voice.
I’d just do something stupid, and I’d make a wrongful choice.
It seems like little problems tend to get a whole lot bigger
when I don't know what to shoot at right before I pull the trigger.
So I don’t leave my wife to feel too utterly bereft,
I’ll use my time more wisely with what little I have left.
The next time I must make a choice while standing at the brink.
I hope I’ll have the common sense to take more time to think.
About this poem
Sometimes, I sit and ponder things that happened in the past and wonder how I could have been dumb enough to commit certain acts. It's hard to not wish you could go back and change things. That's especially true at my age!
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Written on November 09, 2023
Submitted by npirandy on December 11, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 1,242 |
Words | 258 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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