I've not forgotten my roots

No, i've never forgotten my roots -
my ancestors, my family, my relatives, my friends...
i may have chosen the road less trodden in life -
but i've always kept my roots and my loved ones in view...
i've gone through the process of growing up with my fears -
but growing older has made me see a little farther...
try a little harder and made me grow out of those fears
that had plagued me all my life: the fear of failure...

Now there is no turning back the clock -
no second thoughts, no retracing my own footsteps...
for there are things in life that one can change -
and other things in ones life that cannot be changed...
there are things that are beautiful and innocent in ones past -
that can never be retrieved, once the innocence is gone with the past...
and now that i've come to the last quarter of my life -
in what seems like the blink of an eye 58 years have gone by:

There is nothing in the past that i should regret not doing -
and a lot more for the future that i need to do before i call it a day...