. Old doors to opportunitiesare gone, so, not one opens.Enticements that were there, just tease,no keys, just slot-less tokens. Lost gains are gone, missed chances gone,mistakes abound like raindrops . . .And storms you walked into are gone.Don’t fret regrets, then pain stops. For who needs doors to handle joy?To be here’s never hopeless.And what’s not here need not annoy.You’ve moved on. You’ve made progress. . . Damian Robin is a writer and editor living in the United Kingdom.