No Apology
Far too many times stopping
looking back at the road taken,
wondering if I have been wise
or maybe just a wandering fool;
Uncertain if I did particularly well
choosing one path over another,
regrets hanging over my shoulder
to mess up this confused brain;
Yet, the truth of the matter is,
Fred, it does not really matter
whether wealth you gathered
or chances lost and wasted;
For in this life's final reckoning
to myself alone I must explain
and if I'm at peace with my decisions,
no apology is owed for anything at all.
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