Choices
It was on a warm summer moonlit night,
I lay awake, waiting for slumbers’ visit.
Sleep eluded me, lingering later than usual-
And thoughts drifted slowly to the unusual.
In the delicate shadow cast by moonlight,
A frail memory of my past came into sight.
A picture of the youth I had long left behind-
Asked in a weak voice, a shaky whisper,
“Do you live in regret because of me?
And tread a path that displeases your heart?”
I softly smiled – the wrinkles reflecting wisdom;
Eyes glistening with tears that could not hide.
“No”, I whispered as lovingly as I could,
To the self that did its best with what it held close.
“You did the best that moment asked of you,
With all that you knew and all you could do.”
We cannot see the road that lies ahead;
We choose with what the present gives,
If we gave our best with all that we knew
Can we regret the path that brought us through?