Twilight Hours

I sit and brood, 

Over what I could

and should have 

accomplished in

this life of seventy years, 

The scorecard between 

could and should 

remains as blank as 

pages unwritten,

Self-analysis reveals 

there were gaps

between what I could

but procrastination 

was my Achilles heel, 

And time flew past 

without realizing 

that age had crept 

up on me, reducing 

the need to accomplish 

things

Lethargy had set in.

Why...why...why 

did I not seize those 

opportunities?

Excuses I can offer many

That still doesn't take away 

my miseries.