By Paul E. Schindler, Jr.
Sometimes I find
Regret in my mind,
For things that I cannot forget.
Yet all my crap decisions combined
To create the best possible life I could find.
“Youth is a blunder,” Disraeli once said.
Mine led me to wonder what lay ahead.
Amid all my blunders, I couldn’t conceive,
Of all of the wonders that I would receive.
“Manhood’s a struggle,
“Old age a regret.”
More misguided words
I haven’t heard yet.
Blunder and struggle, I’ll go along.
Regret? Sorry. In this case, wrong.
Old age may cause a regret come to be,
If you look at your life, don’t like what you see.
Regret’s an appalling waste of energy,
Only good for a wallow or three.
When the worst moments of your life
Turn out for the best,
You’re just wasting time,
Regretting the rest.
Regrets I may have,
But too few to mention.
Instead I choose
To give Joy my attention.