Contrite

I had little to regret

No memories I'd rather forget

No lives ruined by my greed

No offended kind or creed

I've done many foolish things

Wasted precious time with friends, foes, and flings

Yet none of that stings

No, it is something else entirely that keeps me up at night

For the first time, haunted by contrite

Impulse be my hubris

Avaricious, daft and useless

Proving me weak, my naivety is humorous

"I'm dissapointed," the most painful words uttered by mommy

Funny you should say that cos so am I, and for what its worth, I am sorry