David Barnes

A Tree Has No Regret

Things in life one regrets
however, substance you never possessed,
were never meant.

Whatever fate grasps, it grasps with effect.

Why, why do we regret.
What we did - never held was never meant.
A tree unfruitful has no regret.
It dwells through summer autumns, winter
to spring without discontent’ living life,
as bequeathed.

Regret an un-productive tree, bare of fruit.

Humanity the fruits of your labors
is labor well spent.
Cherish fecundity on every side.
The future is maturing - why live with regret.

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