Perhaps it was Sally's Spring Poem that got me going...
Anyway, all comments welcome:
While Eating The First Ice Creams Of The Year
Regret nothing. Not the banal lyrics of songs
that disappeared so soon from the juke box
but were fixed in the mind and repeated, repeated,
nor the lovers with cold faces first kissed at bus stops.
Don’t regret the pleasure of saying yes, the courage
of no, or the cheap coffee, almost empty marmite jars,
the leather coat with almost loose buttons, or losing the fiver
that squirmed through a hole in its pocket. Regret nothing,
not even conversations that went the wrong way.
Accept you’ve reached where you are with the smile
of accepting mistakes. Let’s just share this lunchtime sun,
sit with nothing to say as we watch others pass,
then, eyes closed, raise our faces to the warmth
that draws colour to buds that have yet to appear.
Bob Cooper
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