Nothing to be sorry for, <br />Nothing to regret; <br />To ponder endless hours o’er – <br />To worry, moan, or fret. <br /> <br />Naught of which to be ashamed <br />And wish had never been; <br />To know that all things have a price <br />And wonder – what or when? <br /> <br />Knowing that I’ve made a choice <br />And done just what I should, <br />Why then do I feel bereft <br />Instead of smugly good?<br /><br />Brenda Lee Renwick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lamentable-virtue/
