I haven't done too well in love or life or sex.
What I haven't done well has served me well,
least sometimes I think so.
My regrets are true, I must admit.
No excuses, no confessions offered to man.
If I should die then live again, a newer man?
I have never learned from anything.
Why waste my time?
If miles were the roads I've walked,
and then education was some shame.
I still have loved loved end learned to love.
I've nothing else to say....