Life Is What It Is----- Live It

In a dark and dingy room where the curtains have been opened; And there on the screen are my past regrets; They make up the context of my life. As I watch I wonder what; Could I have done something different? And I shudder to think; There’s nothing I could have done. And it causes me to wonder; On the screen appears a woman; She once loved me and has a face so beautiful And a sharp pain strikes at my heart; And I hear myself saying “I’m sorry” I was afraid (say I), overcome by things; I’m sorry for me and more so I’m sorry for us. I hurt her, she hurt me and we had hurt each other; But life as we lived It, hurt us most of all. So I watch these old movies from various rooms; And often I will orchestrate a blend of; Sad mixed with glad and love mixed with anger. And when I look at where I am now; There is an underlying foreboding; And it begins to fester; I am in great part consumed; And I am concerned for my future; In these moments I often wonder; “Is it too late for me? Is there anything I should have done? And then I ask myself; Would I really change if it if I could; And when I reflect on the loves I have known; And all the intensities of my life; My answer is No, so I live it.