Today’s poem

REFLECTIONS

Now that I think I’ve come to know, What matters most in life, With wisdom gleaned from teachers here and there, I see the good and ill I’ve wrought, Reflected clear as I Gaze deep in hindsight’s mirror — when I dare. Viewing, clear and magnified, Things done, and left undone, Some of which I’d alter, if I could. Weed-deeds freely scattered, And left to grow apace, Instead of being nipped off in the bud. Sage counsel scorned, rejected, (For youth is very sure It knows, already, all there is to know), Words fired off in anger, With ne’er a backward glance, Leaving others wounded by their blow. Nothing there can e’er be changed, What’s done is done for aye. And what was said can never be unsaid. Yet there’s a boon, a blessing, Which perception can bestow . . . The grace to kindly treat the time ahead.