I regret the hangovers from the years of partying,
I regret mornings with the faint taste of whiskey and tobacco on my tongue,
I regret my cynicism passing pre-judgement on every soul that crosses my path,
I regret laughing at the kid that fell. I don’t regret that because it was funny. It wasn’t me.
I do regret my impulsive behavior leading to detrimental disaster;
my regrets play on the seesaw of wisdom and folly.
A life without regrets…
My regrets show I lived, learned, and soldiered on.