Life carries change that is momentously
Shatteringly swift, re-arranging our daily
Routines as though they were dice, frequently
Casting them, re-set and adrift. Available
Help for these shifts is concious acceptance
Of 'present' as being the key. No regrets
Will then mar transformative change, except
For refusal to see. Often suspecting
The worst from jolts into any strange sphere,
We instinctively backen, shy from new
Worlds, fearfully suspect, we now appear
To ignore any harmony. Hearts must do
The brave thing and leap with perception, when
Changes occur. Regrets bring chains again.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-regrets-25/
