It is said that the dying, whilst alive,
Have regrets that number five.
That their happiness should have been a reservoir,
That they’d stayed in touch with friends, both near and far.
That they’d truly lived their lives as dealt,
That they could express freely what they felt.
And, the one they couldn’t disregard,
That they hadn’t worked so very hard.
John Betjeman , not one to be brainwashed,
Pronounced this notion utter tosh,
He said he had just one regret,
And that was not having far more sex.
So should we conclude this rather sad,
That he found his sex life rather bad,
Or conclude he was something of a “lad”,
And so successful, and for him, be glad?
Regrets
21 Monday Apr 2014
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Lots of ways to look at this one. I guess if that is all he has to complain about then it must’ve been a pretty good life…
Well maybe!
It’s human to regret, I guess. So no matter how fully you live, I’m sure in the end there’s something you’ll want to have done and didn’t.
I agree!
Love the satiric edge here! Poor John. Lucky us. Or maybe:
John, poor lad, was overwrought,
in not following what he was taught,
missed out on friends, fame, and glamour,
turned his body into a hammer,
ended his life in debt,
pondering this last regret.
Haha! Yes indeed!
We all have our regrets. But, the trick is to live one’s life as to have as few as possible!
And to live in the moment
The key is to enjoy the present. I am so grateful to be able to write! It was my biggest regret before starting my blog…
Regrets are inevitable. Hopes are better!