When looking back on days past spent
At times I’ll wonder where I went
What were my thoughts or actions to
Provoke those words I said in lieu
Of something nice I could have said
Kept my mouth shut, or smiled instead
Oh how I wish I could go back
Take all those things, that hurtful stack
And trade them in for something good
Something no one misunderstood
But then again if going back
Meant I could change all that I lack
I would not need a careful tongue
A happy face toward anyone
Maybe it’s good it can’t be changed
My history can’t be rearranged
Then I’ll work hard to get it right
