I sometimes sit and contemplate, as the day draws to a close,
What fate has wrought upon me; what might it, yet, impose?
When down memory lane I wander, nostalgic thoughts ever stray,
To much happier days; of my childhood, when life meant just pleasure all day.
Soon, thoughts of my future intrigued me; I would scheme out what I would be
When launched all alone on the merciless waves of a cruel commercial sea.
With what mixed emotions I lived through each phase,
‘til my interest flagged with the passing of days;
When all I had strived for seemed done but for nought,
And my ship for success, in dire distress, had berthed; but at the wrong port!
If I took the wrong paths on life’s journey, should I lay the blame to fate?
Or to my own miscalculations; to my own lethargic state?
But it’s useless to bathe in self pity; to attempt to clutch at a straw,
For, I know, in my past there’s no glory, so why dwell on what’s gone before?
There’s a moral to every story and equally so to this one:-
It’s not where I failed that’s important, so much as what’s yet to be done!
