To be "sad"

When thinking of "sad",

We think of tears;

Or failing to conquer

Our second grade fears.

We think of the rain,

And good days gone by.

We think of the things

We're to timid to try.

We think of tragedies

That rarely come true;

And those fated affairs

That seem to fall through.

We think of the children

Who cry with scratched knee;

And we mourn all the things

That never can be.

But I am most "sad"

When I see what I've done;

When I look at these things

And couldn't stop one.

I'm sorry. I will forever keep trying for you.