The Little Things

What do I remember now I see it again and wonder how I did those things that were asked of us And never thought to raise a fuss In the silence of the night Where you want to make it right The little things that remind you As you look to think it through Does your memory hold true On what you had to do Or does it stick on one thing That makes your memory ring These little things bring forth regret Where time now changes the bet And wonder if you faced it again Would the result be better then. © Paul Warren Poetry