I wish I knew then what I know now!
A sad refrain heard time and again
I wish I knew then what I know now!
Not restricted til death and that final breath
that smooths the furrowed brow.
.
As we grow older, and often bolder
Tis a cry most often heard
when we’ve lost the plot and feel like a clot
and a plan goes awry and absurd
.
Oh me, oh my, we sob and sigh
I wish I knew then what I know now!
I’d never have done it and be proved a nitwit
is the oath we then avow.
.
That stupid mistake we often make
when heads wiser than ours have advised
a safer way forward to achieve the reward
we wanted when we, our plans devised
.
But believe you me as you will see
what’s done is done and dusted
no matter what, with this and that
We did it wrong and now we’re busted.
.
But for good or bad, for lass or lad
Like Sinatra, we did it all our way
Just work day and night, with all your might
to make no more mistakes today.
This poem was first published HERE
and is copyright protected Ⓒ2022 to Chris Graham
aka The Story Reading Ape