As I, down memory lane, glide,
Innumerable scenes before me, slide.
Millions of situations which could’ve been handled better
Things I did, thoughts I thought – were they right or wrong?

When I was naughty
And made my mother unhappy
Was that wrong on my part?

When I went to the fair
And pulled my friend’s hair
Was that fair or unfair?

When Ma’am went on ’bout Sulphate
And I ne’er bothered to concentrate
Did I commit a great mistake?

When Dad expected the best
An’ I got ‘C’ in the test
Did I make him sad?

When Mom gave me lotsa’ work
And my duties – Of course! I did shirk.
Did I make her mad?

So many things – many situations
That in my mind cause confusion
Well. I now realise that I could have done better
and better, even better
For the road to perfection never ends!