A Poem (How I wish I had not been)

As I walk down the memory lane,

Images flash through my mind.

They are both, of joyous and pain.

Sometimes harsh, sometimes Kind.

Had I not been lazy ,

Whiling away my time ,

Had I not been crazy ,

Reading away stories of crime.

I would have been flying,

With wings of success.

I would not have been crying,

Or moaning in distress.