by Richard Vince

Although I have grown infinitely
From the teenager who heard
Your voice the first time,
I still like to hang on to some regrets
Like heirlooms, though now only few.

I know enough to have discarded
Most now, but some I retain
As handles with which to pull myself
Back to ground sometimes.

It seems that you are doing
Basically the same thing.

I hope that you can see,
As I can, the good that has come
From those years old choices
We choose still to look upon
With disdainful minds' eyes.

Had I then the sight I have now,
I doubt I would have believed
My eyes anyway, so I think
My actions would have been
As they were. This is where
We are supposed to be, and
We travelled here along the path
Placed before us.

I still do not know whether
We really make decisions,
But I am still willing
To blame myself for them,
Even though I like the way
That things are now.

I hope you're doing better at
Being kind to yourself,
Though I get the feeling that
You thrive on regret, too.


Posted on 06/11/2006
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/12/06 at 03:22 AM

The last stanza really caps this reflection. Well done.

Posted by Vere Mantratriad on 06/16/06 at 03:02 AM

It's those little things, it truly is. We all live with a certain amount of regret. I absolutely do not believe people who claim to have no regrets. I think it's only realistic and healthy to claim your regrets and acknowledge that they were decisions that helped mold you into who you are now. Thanks for the thought prompt. :)

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 06/17/06 at 12:45 PM

I agree with Vere- it is the decisions we make, good and bad that make us who we are. Wonderful write and thoughtful read

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