Aground

I tend to shun flip-flopping

For once I’ve chosen a course

I follow without stopping

And jettison remorse

But those who keep returning

To familiar shores

Will never feel the churning

Of a daring heart that soars.

Half Full of It 😁

Believe it or not, I was once young

Before comprehending how much regret stung,

For sadly today, it’s all I can do

To not live my life in perpetual rue—

I fail without fail, so I guess you could say

It’s a whimsical tale of success my own way.