The never ending....

In these days of sad turmoil
I feel like being six feet under soil
For there is nothing to live for
This disdain life is just a bore

But then i sit up and think
Of all my memories past
Good times wasted, down the sink
This life spirals fast
Unable to grasp at the right time
This life is mine

Have i but things to regret?
Of coarse i do.....
But i wouldn't change a thing
Or else i wouldn't have met you.....