Regret

The floor will all cave in at ten o'clock

My tired body to absorb the shock

Years of decay will make a mess of me

These rotted floor boards arch below my feet

The flood will take us when we're in our sleep

This city swallowed by the oceans deep

The ice will melt and then the seas will swell

But this is not a thing on which to dwell

There is nothing to regret