Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda were discussing how they strayed
Each of them regretting life decisions that they made
Woulda loved his family but he never put them first
He lost his loving family and finds loneliness, “the worst”
Coulda simply settled for a job that paid him well
He planned to be pastor, now his job’s a living hell
Shoulda took his savings and invested in a scam
Didn’t do the research and it left him in a jam
Woulda said to Shoulda, “What a stupid thing to do”
Shoulda said to Woulda, “I’ve a family, how ‘bout you”
Coulda said to Shoulda, “What an evil thing to say”
Woulda said to Coulda, “You had God and went astray”
Now the moral of this story is to limit your regrets
Passing up your dreams is ‘bout as tragic as it gets
“Inaction” is the hospice where a dream is sent to die
Where Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda all drop in to say goodbye
“Regrets” are like a virus and this poem is meant to show it
Cultivate your passion or you may end up a poet
About the Creator
Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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Another excellent poem! Great read!