Hindsight Poem by Bill Wright

When you are young the world is your oyster,
I want to be a fireman, a train driver, famous.
As we get older cruel reality creeps cautiously in.
"Do a job you think you will be good at."
But come on! Chartered Accountant?

Good with numbers, that's fine,
Obviously this is the right job for you.
Whatever happened to the fireman, the train driver?
And as for fame, let's face it
How many famous Chartered Accountants do you know?

If I had my time again, would I change a thing?
Probably not.
Maybe one of those flashy job adverts in the Bahamas
That might have been nice
But how would he have coped?

That pale-skinned boy from rainy Paisley.
Life is a lottery, just play the cards you are dealt
Looking back is pointless, looking forward fun
Don't fret about what might have been
Just embrace what's yet to come.