Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda

Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda...

Why must my focus be on yesterday;
shouldn’t it be on here and now?
Tomorrow is a date; not yet in play;
for, only today, can I take a bow.

Yesterday is long gone; forever passed;
shoulda, coulda, woulda won’t help;
memories of failure aren’t meant to last;
they’re useless collections of sea kelp.

Much like an unending refrain in a song;
shoulda, coulda, woulda; are useless;
thoughts aren’t meant to remain so long;
their impacts are toxic and fruitless.

Yet, shoulda, coulda, woulda, are my plea;
I know that I should have known better;
for all of my mistakes; I claim culpability;
guilt has become a tight fitting sweater.

My mind and body were in an emotional war;
deciding what was right, and appropriate to do;
many of those outcomes, I now, totally abhor;
today sees that past, from a different view.

Sin and guilt are both universal to life;
innocence only exists; above;
that’s why God gave each man a wife;
all sins are erased by love.

Shoulda, coulda, woulda, won’t set us free;
returning us to where sin had begun;
only God can make us into what we’re to be;
His Love will bring us together, as One.

Monty   6/9/23.    # 1,616