Stairs

Stairs

I walk up the stairs hoping to find
a door that opens to the mind.
Each step it no closer brings,
no answers just dangling strings.

Voices of the paths have come I,
wondering of the ones I didn't try.
But time can not be put in reverse,
to worry what wasn't is the curse.

So now just take it as it's found
forgetting about another go around.
Do it now or not at all it's said.
So now, what do you instead?

Worry not of things you missed,

or the special one not kissed.

T’is folly to think it any different -
born, then on your way are sent.

T’is the way it was meant.

Do not regret nor resent.
..........

John Mullinax (date unknown)