Without Wings (alternate)

Had I listened more in youth
I would have more answers than questions
But I didn’t
So I don’t
I flittered my days away
In the guiltless abandonment of the moment
I don’t know why
But I did

I would like to think it not my fault
My life resigned to role of minion
Too little discipline
Too much time
Too little foresight
In my prime

Whatever the reason
Life has moved on
And I punch a clock
And I serve my time
And I grind an anvil
And I wait in line

I have a regiment of should haves
And could haves
And would haves
But they have grown old
And tired,
And so have I

© 2008, Tim (P) Prendeville

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