Ride on the Waves

So sadly no longer even madly
I watch the rain drops fall.
It it with regret I sit 
Which is so useless I admit.
To worry over events long dead.
To try to change what has been done.
what use is it then to even care?
When all that is gone on 
the effects are still there?
WE say we live in the present.
But we truly live on top of the past.
IT is the foundation of our now.
IT is the predictator of days.
If only I could rewrite  the past .
with the knowledge of today.
How differently I would act.
If seen with older eyes.
Wisdom she is a sou less
virtue.
Fickle is she to men.
Her gifts are for the sacrosanct.
Her charms bestowed on demigods.
It is of no use to plead  my case.
The die has already been cast.
So now I just ride on the waves 
Of MY ignorant past.