. Regret Hangs on Where Opportunity Once Existed There are lots of sad words we lament with such ease,But there’s none any sadder and mournful than these:I regret my decisions, and wish to go backTo that Y in the road where my life went off track. I was foolhardy, reckless, and to my dismay,I embarked on a road I regret to this day.During high school I wish I had not been so bored.I excelled playing sports, but the books I ignored. Then in college, I realized I wasn’t prepared.And in no time at all, you’ve flunked out, they declared.I reluctantly started to find my own way,But without any skills, drifted farther astray. My self-image: a laggard who’s filled with self-blame.Till a therapist said, with mistakes, there’s no shame.So I tried to forgive myself—set myself free.And to focus on being the best I could be. It took time and hard work and my progress was slow,But I stuck to my plan and soon started to grow. My esteem soon improved like my therapist said,I was drifting no more—started winning instead. It’s amazing how winning’s transforming my soul.Gaining confidence now, I can reach any goal.My regrets still hang on, but they own me no more;I’m not haunted by what could’ve been, like before. . . Vacation from Love Happily dating for almost two years,Enjoying our courtship without any tears.With marriage approaching, I’m bursting with love,For she is my angel, who’s sent from above. First months of marriage were blissful and dear.We cherished each other and had a rich year.But jobs and the kids seemed to get in the way.We drifted apart more and more every day. First we were silent, then started to fight.Our past expectations grew wings and took flight.We hired a couns’lor and shared all our wrath.He talked with us both and then laid out a path. Love is a choice, he said, work is required.You must be attentive, and when you’re admired,You’ll start doing things that she loves and she needs.Then love will grow back and your marriage succeeds. You, my sweet lady, you must do the same.And ask your dear husband what sets him aflame.You’ll find when you do, he’ll start turning around,And love will return and will start to abound. Quality time should be focused and real.The more time together, the closer you’ll feel.Then both should begin giving gifts to your mate.And soon your resentments will start to abate. You sir, should start doing some of her chores,Spontaneous acts of your service endures.And same for the lady, in love as you are. Just see what will happen when you wash the car. Terms of endearment are love’s little seeds.Your verbal expressions mean more than good deeds.So tell her she’s pretty and tell her she’s sweet.And tell her her cooking just cannot be beat. Pointers I’ve shared will restore what you’ve lost.Indeed, when you follow regardless of cost.With work and some prayer and some help from above,You’ll end your traumatic vacation from love. . . Richard Buchanan retired in Dallas after 37 years in corporate America. Most of the poetry that Richard has written was for the sole purpose of entertaining his fiancé as they sat through her many long chemo treatments. Richard ended up writing about 40 poems, and his fiancé ended up beating double breast cancer.