What If

no-one would ever imagine that she, the old woman sitting quietly alone drinking her morning cup of coffee, had anything for which to atone.. yet , like so many others you know, she has a secret or two tucked away.. words spoken in haste, more than one lie, now in her memories, they come to play.. I am one with that quiet gray head, thinking of the changes I'd make.. if only I could go back in time and undo just one great mistake.. I chose a path because it was easy, Instead of a more difficult way.. thinking now of "what might have been" knowing that dream was of another day...