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.

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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

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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.

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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

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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.

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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