Looking Back I wonder,
If I could have made a difference,
In something or somebody.
But now I am older,
Too old to change the world,
A useless man with death his only prospect.
I was once young, like you,
But I did not know then,
I did not realize the value of life.
How foolish was I as a child,
How I thought I knew everything,
How I did whatever, spite my parents advice.
It was wasted time,
I was only worried about pleasure,
Only trying to go with the crowd.
How I wish I had tried,
Done something to help,
Tried to lend a hand.
They told me I would change the world,
Yet all I changed was my socks,
Did what I had to live.
I took a job that depressed me,
Hated every single day,
Married a woman who left me on our tenth.
I made choices based on lust and greed,
I forgot the important things,
Saw only the outside.
But now it is time to go,
Time to swallow the bullet with my brain,
Time to forget the pain.
Regret, Remorse, Sorrow and Pain,
These are the words on my gravestone,
Written with pencil and cardboard.
Son, do not do the same,
You have years to live,
Time left to become immortal,
Well now, goodbye…goodbye.
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