This is pretty much in another longer poem I have.

There is a road I walk. It's filled with holes, ruts and cracks all designed to make me trip and fall and eventually I will.

It is there a choice needs to be made. Do I just sit there and do nothing? Cry over my failed opportunity? Do I go back where I started and decide this was a bad idea? Or, do I get up, dust myself off and keep on moving to where I need to be, where I have to be?

That's pretty much what I go by. When you think about it, the choice is simple. Failure is not an option.

Life, void of regrets

Withhold no love 'til death

Freely give it away

Until my last breath

Empty of self

Every drop of the vessel

Love to the end

With all my potential

Even when I want to cry

especially when I‘d like to die

although the world seems ugly

and people are unkind;

when walking down the street

shopping in a store

lifting weights at the gym

listening to a boor.

Even when my burdens are heavy

my joys seem few

anxiety stirs

melacholy, too;

I smile and laugh

and grin and say

I am feeling wonderful

today.

It doesn’t always work

sometimes the tears do fall

but I fight to smile another day

for attitude is all.