Summer's End

Summer's end has come and passed
and looking now back at my past
I notice all that I regret
and stuff I've managed to forget.
Things that I've seen go by so fast
that when you take a moment to think
you break free of your cast
and rise to see the brink,
the extent to which you can see.
Then you realize what you could be
hasn't been what you were,
but you never know for sure
whether changing the past would make things better
or whether it would make them worse.
The past always writes a letter
like an unstoppable curse,
that tells you what you did.
How much would you bid
to change your life to what it could be
than rather let it run free.
Go with the flow,
straighten out your bow,
and be thankful for the life you own,
the life through which you have grown.
And if you wish it to change, then write a letter
and promise yourself to make things better
anyway you can
to prevent it from hitting the fan.