Regrets

©RichardBarnabé2010, updated2021

Je dis bravo à ceux qui comme Piaf ne regrettent rien

Mais qui ai si souvent sauté pieds joints sur les freins

Parfois renfermé, poltron ou trop grognon

Bon pour rêver, moins pour l’action, pas très bon compagnon

Prisonnier volontaire dans une sorte de cage dorée

Je dois m’en extirper et surtout savoir mieux écouter

With good regrets, not bad regrets, I want to go to my last rest

With good regrets, not bad regrets, you want to go to your last rest

It’s got to be priority from here on in my one big quest

No use making weak excuses, crying saying that I’m too old

No use making weak excuses, crying saying that you’re too old

Unless I think, good God forbid, I’m just about ready to fold

So let it be that in the end when I do meet good Saint Peter

So let it be that in the end when you do meet good Saint Peter

His book will say my last chapter closed with a bang not a whimper