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No Regrets

My time as a French hornist led me nowhere My jazz,rock and classical studies led me nowhere I used to sing while my father played the piano(and he was an excellent pianist He set my poetry to music - created art songs He is gone now dead at 81 Which is longer than average I am 58 So, I'm not a first French Hornist or An accomplished rock , jazz or, classical pianist I am a published poet! As is everyone on this site! Greetings to all of you From New York's Lower East Side

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Lucilla Carrillo

Date: 5/23/2014 12:11:00 PM

Hi Matthew; Having no regrets is a great thing. We are who we are and everyone is different. At least we tried to be the best we could be. Smile and be happy - you are still young.... Lucilla

Joe Maverick

Date: 5/21/2014 12:53:00 AM

Some sobering reflections here Matthew.. But all you say is true, a life we live, a life of desire accomplishment regret, not to forget elation and determination' its no wonder time flashes by so fast..! anyway good write from you..'

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/19/2014 4:13:00 PM

well, Matt, right you are, and I hope you might live beyond your father's years, because that does not give you a whole lot of more time, from 58 to 81. YIKES. our time is running out......