The Gift of Hindsight

 

I sat and thought this over for a while

Before I began to write it

And somehow all of my thoughts mingled

And placed themselves on page

 

I looked to you as if you could not be

I thought I would enver meet anyone like you

And you know what was surprising to me

I was actually right

 

Seasons changed and you remained

You were a friend I could talk to about anything

But then, I said something I think I shouldn't have

A question asked, and something changed

 

I came to ask you a question

One which I felt deserved an answer

But instead of receiving an answer

I left with more questions to be asked

 

You are different now, not quite what you were

Maybe, instead of listening to me heart, but to my mind…

Hindsight is a wonderful thing to have

But would be of greater benefit if it were foresight