As I lie awaiting sleep
Forsaking tries at counting sheep
Past recollections spill and heap
Pondering on a life thus run
Its journey’s battles lost and won
And all the things I might have done
How has life turned out for me?
What could have been my destiny?
Now I have reached longevity
Now life’s realities are unveiled
Have I prospered, have I failed?
Are Youth’s ambitions now derailed?
If only I could turn back time
Changing course when in my prime
Not fearing then to break the line
But facets of my life are good
So I’ll reject all thoughts of should
And relish remaining adulthood
Time now to fall asleep and dream
But not of the things that might have been
When as a boy of seventeen