NEW ENGLAND, USA
One does not soon forget,
What he comes to regret
For it becomes a nagging voice,
Which to silence, he has no choice.
"If only..." is the battle cry,
Which tears to shreds, and make a sigh
the poor heart in sad forlorn
the wasted opportunities scorned.
Things left undone still leave their scar,
And a visage and life mar
If only I had done things right,
I'd not know this sleepless night!
From such regrets let us be taught,
Choose action and not be distraught
Let "If only" die a lonley death,
And free it from my quivering breath.
I thank the LORD everyday
He has given me something to say
And to share with others,
My Friends, my sisters, my brothers!
To God Be the Glory!