George Milton
Throughout my life, I met all sorts of people
All of them had their regrets
I remember the man from Weed
Forced to live like a caged bird for two years after stealing from the local grocery store
"To this day, I don't know what I was thinking," he told me
I had no answer for him, because I didn't know either
Then there was the Indiana man whose love of whiskey lost him his wife
The woman who had lost her child in a crowded street
And never saw him again
The father who had exiled his son from the family for falling in love with the wrong girl
All of them had their regrets
But none like mine
You're probably wondering what I could have possibly done that was worse than the events I just described
Well, I'll tell you
The one thing I regret
More than anything else
Is the day I killed my best friend
I can still feel the cold steel of the gun in my hand
Still hear the echo of the sound it made
And though I've been told that I did the right thing
I still have my regrets
