When I thought
I'd, at last
finally managed
to flag
the right
guru down,
I
breathlessly blurted—sir!
please help me,
see,
lately,
I'm afraid—
I'm burning out
from working
and working
so hard—to forget
this or that
day of my
life, which has
already passed.
His advice,
which came rather
disappointingly
quicker than I
expected,
was—kid!
just
mix things
up! from time
to time—
and instead,
try to imagine
that you're
regretting—one
that hasn't
happened yet.