Not My Best

This is kind of a silly poem. I needs a little too much work though to be really salvaged. I was playing with complex ideas and then I went all simplistic so I don't think this poem really worked for me like I wanted it to, and in a way its name really reflects how I feel about it.

Regret

They tell you to live
without regrets.
Which seems silly
to me, because really
regret is a silly
thing indeed.

To say that you regret something
implies that you want to be
someone else.
Yes, many people do want
to be someone else.
Someone successful
or maybe famous.
But that isn't for me,
I want to be me.
I want my imperfections,
which are really
not all that imperfect at all.
I want my tummy full of blubber,
and I want the scars hidden under
my hair. I want my hairy toes.
And of course I want to
keep on wearing my glasses.
Of I want to change,
but it is the journey I want to go on.
And it is the journey I have been
on that I want to keep.
And I'll never regret
that it led me to fill
my joyous belly with cookies,
for without all those
tasty
tasty cookies
I would not be who I am today
rather I would be a will
with a severe lack of cookies,
and we don't want that.

So what do you regret?
I certainly do not know
what you would regret
or even if you shouldn't regret
regretting having regret.
All I'm saying is think about it.

Copyright 2007 William Curb