No Regrets
I have waltzed
With muses,
Bedded with swine.
Climbed lofty mountains
Just for the view,
Endured exhausting swamps
For a glimpse
Of nature's wonders.
I have felt my soul
Soar with beauty;
Plummet before
The ugliness we abide.
I have rejoiced with every triumph
Of the human spirit,
Agonized over each manifestation
Of human depravity.
Where does it all factor out?
For me:
Life forever remains
A celebration...
Sans regrets.