No Regrets

There are no regrets

Everything has unfolded


And uncurled

As it should

For nothing can happen before its time

A fruit is not ready before its prime

Lest it be sour

Impossible to devour

Without grinning and bearing it

Or somehow preparing it

But in its season

This same fruit is sweet

As sweet as it should be

A great heralding of what things could be

If you take each stroke in stride

Relish each moment inside

Knowing that great

Is born of growth

And fruits are sweetest

Through hardship

Bide your time

My dear

The sweet day that is promised you

Will come in it’s exact season

At it’s most opportune of times.

Be Patient

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