I've had enough time... to reflect on freedom and responsibility.
Taken in Jesselton, East Malaysia
And I never started to plow in my life
That someone did not stop in the road
And take me away to a dance or picnic.
I ended up with a broken fiddle—
And a broken laugh, and a thousand memories,
And not a single regret.
-" Fiddler Jones" Edgar Lee Master
Though my chains be shackled to the daily grind,
To earn our morsel of daily bread.
I will prick my ears to pause and listen
To snatches of faint music,
Have a few broken laughs
And imperfect memories,
And no time for regrets.