Younger
Once I went out west
Well, twice I guess
The first time I was two
I do have memories
I dreamed about the second time
Last night
Only I went there now
Knowing what I knew
So that I might avoid mistakes
And, you now, I did
I’ve heard it said I wouldn’t change a thing
I would change so many things
Sometimes to thwart agenda
Mostly to get it right
To keep the pain from happening
So much
If that would daunt a butterfly or upset
The schedule of tsunami,
Then it’s good I don’t have the talent
But I would like to fox many things
Or preventively
Offer something better in the first place
For all concerned
Color me uninteresting
I would dull the pain
Treat the wound by having it
Not happen
C L Couch
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clcouch123 
January 2, 2019 at 2:55 pm
I share the sentiment! But then we might end up being someone else and not who God is fashioning us to be. That doesn’t make the pain any easier to bear, I know. I’m just trying to trust the Author of my story.