Shoulda-Woulda-Coulda

Damnit I should have published my first book back

in '70s while I was young and still knew everything. 

"To each his suff'rings: all are men,
         Condemn'd alike to groan,
The tender for another's pain;
         Th' unfeeling for his own.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate?
Since sorrow never comes too late,
         And happiness too swiftly flies.
Thought would destroy their paradise.
No more; where ignorance is bliss,
       'Tis folly to be wise."

Thomas Gray

Shoulda-Woulda-Coulda!