I don’t spend time dwelling on
what could have been
if I’d done this or not done that.
I don’t lament those events
I missed or the wrong steps I took
As I floundered my way through life.
Instead I rejoice
In what I was fortunate enough to do,
and those things that I was a part of,
no matter how small or insignificant
it might have seemed to others.
I couldn’t always see
the sunshine due to tears that flooded my eyes,
sorrow that held my face to the ground,
and regrets that froze my feet in place.
Periodically the lenses of my eyes opened
and the black curtain parted
allowing a glimmer of light to break through
so that new horizons appeared.
Here I am in my twilight years
with dreams still appearing of things
I yearn to do, places I hope to visit,
without ever thinking
about what could have been.