“Sometimes Across the fields of yesterday She sometimes comes to me A little girl just back from play the girl I used to be And yet she smiles so wistfully once she has crept within I wonder if she hopes to see the woman I might have been— —1933” PoetryRegretChanging Your LifeRegrets Of The PastRegrets Of YesterdayMistakes In LifeWho You Are In Your Heart Book:My Life with Bonnie and Clyde Source: My Life with Bonnie and Clyde