Of course I have regrets—mostly because
I never lived up to what I professed
To be, and now I feel I must confess.
I made so many promises I broke.
I kept quiet at times I should have spoke.
I left to chance, things I could have ensured—
Let turn to ash, things that could have endured.
I hope one day to be a better man.
I hope one day I’ll better understand
The reasons for the choices that I made,
And not let my existence be in vain.