If I had lived a different life
In a different house with a different wife
With different kids and different pets
Would I still feel the same regrets?
Days gone by I can’t retrieve
The past’s a place we all must leave
Though it’s not easy to believe
Lamenting is a waste of time
Hardly worth this little rhyme
Now I must resume my climb
Life’s a trip that goes one way
Today cannot be yesterday
So laugh and sing and love and play
And carry on, come what may
Richard W. Bray
Tags: life, literature, one way journey, Poetry, time
