I Write Regrets To Rhyme Poem by John Yaws

I find as I grow older-
I often contemplate-
My foolish past decisions,
My days of tempting fate.

It's a wonder I survived them-
And that I know quite well.
But for the mercy of the Lord-
I'd have long since been in Hell.

I'd blame it all on ignorance-
That simply isn't true-
I weighed the consequences-
For each thing I chose to do.

Each pain I caused a loved one-
Each tear I caused to fall...
The hardness of my heart and soul-
I'll have to face it all.

I used to be quite cocky-
I am no longer so-
For age will help to humble one
As down life's road they go.

Would I change it? Maybe-
If I could turn back time,
But since I can't I reminisce
And write regrets to rhyme.