ugly lies the bone;
beauty dies and fades away,
but ugly holds its own.
but make it a rule of life never to regret and never look back.
regret is an appalling waste of energy.
you can't build on it; it's only for wallowing in.
may my heart always be open to little birds
who are the secrets of living
whatever they sin is better than to know
and if men should not hear them
men are old.
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right, they are not young.
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling the sky over him with one smile.
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