The Lessons I Have Learned Poem by John Yaws

I sit here in my study,
And I ponder what to write.
It's cold and rainy out of doors,
A bleak November night.
Somehow, I got to thinking-
Of those other, younger years-
Of anger that I've overcome,
And many wasted tears.
I thought about the people-
I met and sometimes used,
Of confidences that I've gained,
And cruelly abused.
I wish that I had known back then,
The things that I have learned.
And maybe taken some advice,
That I so lightly spurned.
Regrets are merely wasted time,
The past can't be undone-
We'll never once repeat a lap,
That we've already run.
I write to share the wisdom-
If so, it can be termed,
And maybe spare some other fool,
The lessons I have learned.