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Decisions
by Richard VinceAlthough 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.
05/30/2006 Posted on 06/11/2006
Copyright © 2024 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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