Any constructive comments or critiques of my latest poem?

Question:Old Heartaches

Old memories, like my old bones
are still aging and still aching;
it could be that they always will,
on some level or another.

Seen too many bridges burned
and roads that led me nowhere
with nothing but sad regrets,
heartaches and damned arthritis.

Blaming myself doesn’t make it true.
You can only do with what you’ve got;
life has always been just a grab bag
of hopes and actual circumstances.

Guess the only real truth is that
what could be done, was what i did;
all the rest is the ‘wish i hads,
‘wish i’d dones’and the ‘could have beens’.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Old Heartaches

Old memories, like my old bones
are still aging and still aching;
it could be that they always will,
on some level or another.

Seen too many bridges burned
and roads that led me nowhere
with nothing but sad regrets,
heartaches and damned arthritis.

Blaming myself doesn’t make it true.
You can only do with what you’ve got;
life has always been just a grab bag
of hopes and actual circumstances.

Guess the only real truth is that
what could be done, was what i did;
all the rest is the ‘wish i hads,
‘wish i’d dones’and the ‘could have beens’.

An interesting reflection, one that after a certain awaking we
take inventory of what was, Yet the past is unchangeable
and we must embrace all that was and made us who we are
in the now and use all that was for good in the now, as we can not change the past, but today can be any thing we choose it to be. You have written another of worth while in
depth thoughts. Joyous Easter to all.

kinda reminds me of Robert Frost, great job.

I really like your poem. For a second, I thought you were old!lol. It was very well written, and I completely understood where you were coming from. Sometimes we all wish we could have done things differently if we had the chance to, but soon find out that it can't be changed, and we had to deal with it. Keep up the good work!

Thank you for a window into your soul...I think the idea you lay out is one I've thought of often and the best answer I've come up with is to just enjoy the simple pleasures in life and then you can't do much better. I had a cup of tea on the pebbley beach of Brighton a few weeks back and was like this is a great cup of tea, goddamn I've had a great life. That cup of tea was as meaningful as any moment I've spent in the Louvre, out in NYC, but not as good as the times I've spent with a woman. As insane as that sounds I mean it.

The language is sharp and clear here, this is a great place to start. But I found myself wondering whether you really meant what you were talking about.
Are there really roads that lead nowhere? Perhaps there are roads that lead somewhere we don't want to be. Is that because the road is at fault, or because we are?
The only bridge I ever saw burned was because I was on the edge of a civil war which never quite happened. I never wrote about it because it wasn't my civil war (and my life is interesting enough without my needing to pretend I am someone else).
You sounded like someone who would like to be sad and bitter, but hasn't had the life experiences to justify that. This may be a 'poetic' aspiration - but real poetry demands a certain level of honesty.
This piece was all feelings and opinions: two commodities which are rarely valuable in a poem. Don't you have any real memories you can share with us? Actual moments of truth and value rather than these imagined frustrations.
If you could present a genuinely important moment of your life in language as clear and uncluttered as you have here, we would be going somewhere.

Loved the first stanza, stumbled with the word "arthritis" in the second, perhaps me, did not like the cliche "grab bag" in the third and the fourth I liked until "could have beens". I was expecting another wish..., again perhaps just me. Definitely a nice poem and one that has a nice flow and one that makes one think.

This poem you wrote is great keep it up!