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Saturday, January 29, 2011

Poem 107: To Regret Nothing

If you ask me, "What do you regret?"
I'll give the same answer as of yet:
"Regret," I'll say, in rational way
"Is all about the view we take.
Regret is simply not using strength
Or running away from wanted things.
Regret's not doing what we want
when we know deep within our gut:
if we don't, than we'll regret.

Regret, although, is just a thought
which dwelt upon can make us lost.
Regret is looking at the past 
and not seeing the good outweigh the bad.
Regret, my friend, can overwhelm
and trap thought in a "what-if" realm

If you ask me, "What do you regret?"
I'll give the same answer as of yet:
"Regret," I'll say, in rational way
is something you must chose to take.
Regret, you see, is one thing
I have chosen to have not.

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