Such Is Life

The past could be

A poisoned cup to drink.

Regrets, recriminations and despair.

She'd rather sip from blessings and

From joys, where

The reasons to sing songs

Are not so rare.

No regrets.

And a future to be sipped, swigged

Then guzzled down with relish

(sweetened by sagacious remembering)!

Others may see things differently

But things are as they

Should (or can) be.

Life is life, and it goes on

C'est La Vie.

Van Gogh