Our lives are what they are,
We live them with what we are given,
Or with what we have learnt.
Sometimes when looking back
We see things that are regretted,
We wish we could start again,
Start a different life,
And not do those regrettable things.
We cannot go back and start again,
What we can do is look back
And use those regrets as experiences,
Experiences to start once more,
Start once more from where we are
And in our lives,
Make a new ending.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 20th, 2017 02:46
- Comment from author about the poem: Just thinking (I know! Thinking is bad for you!)
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 45
Comments7
Good write Gold. I regret my KP marriage, but can't do a thing to change it now. Oh woe! I'm stuck, attached to this ball and chain she put on me, and she's thrown away the key! heehee.
Thank you Orchi.
well said, GoldFinch60, it would be at treasure if we could rectify all our mistakes somehow and to live a life full of jam packed prosperity. I love your written words here. they mean a lot to human life.
Thank you Kevin, your comment is much appreciated.
So true.. if only i could turn back time. But armed with yesterdays experience and faith in my spiritual thought i struggle onto face tomorrows challenges. Hopefully wiser but..... "i'm only human after all"
I think we all feel the same way. Thank you for your positive comment da.
So well expressed Andy - good write.
Thank you Michael, most kind.
Very wise Goldfinch! Lets just say your poem was very helpful to me. Great write!
Thank you Christina, I am glad that the poem helped you.
'We live our lives with what we have learned', indeed! "Regrets as experiences" captures the whole point, to me, of being here. Life is simply a learning process, is it not?
Well done wisdom poem, Goldie, reflecting what you obviously have learned through experience.
Thank you Louis, you don't get to be my age without learning something in your life.
Beautiful poem, beautiful flowers.
Thank you m and m.
I was in my wife's good books when I bought her these.
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