I regret none, I regret not! (poetic thought by George-B)
From all the opportunities
That passed me
That I let pass me, unintercepted
Not hooked by my fishing hook,
Uncaught in my butterfly net,
Freed like the “Red Balloon”,
Left to grow under the turned stone-
I regret none
Not a tear of regret, not a sigh,
Long or short….
Because they did not belonged to me, therefore:
What good would come out of regretting
The free choice, the decision made
in good faith, Faithfully,
Yet another opportunity will arrive:
To my fishing hook,
My butterfly net,
My open hand,
From under the next stone I’ll turn over….
I regret none, I regret not.