Regret

Regret

And suddenly my life was over, and off to Heaven I went,
An extremely frightening journey for ones treasured life that’s spent
And I walked along a path, not knowing where to go,
Till I came upon a place that was white as blinding snow
And I came upon a man, and He called me by my name,
He told me not to worry for He knew from whence I’d came
He asked if I had any questions, of things I’d like to know,
I said, “Yes, I liked my life, tell me, why did I have to go?”
The old man sat a minute, and He answered with a grin,
“You ask me of the inevitable, rejoice for where you’ve been.”
“Then why did You take my Mother, before I could love her so?”,
“Be glad that she bore a son, before it was her time to go.”
“Well what about the sorrow of my early mixed up years?”,
“Did you not have some laughter, amongst your painful tears?”
“Well what about the empty feelings, of being left here all alone?”
“Have you forgotten about the people, of friends that you have known?”
Then I changed the subject, for my questions were selfish indeed,
And I asked of the world around me, of others that were in need
“What about the crippled children, and their painful, endless plight?”.
“Yes but you was given vision, to witness such a painful sight”
“Well, what about the cries of many, that echo through out the land?”,
“But you could hear the waves, as they gently lapped the sand.”
And then He spoke with a whisper, It was the saddest thing I’ve heard,
“You chose to hear the sorrow, not the singing of a mocking bird.”
“Your eyes fell upon the litter, and the ugliness all around.”
“When you could have seen the roses, beauty you could’ve found”
“You walked a path my son, unlike anyone else’s on Earth.”,
“You could’ve looked around you, and seen what a life is worth”
Well I felt a deep sense of regret, for the old man before me was right,
I had forgotten to smell the roses, and now wished, that again I might