Museum

My own museum of regrets
Some ancient and some quite recent
Lined up on silk of memories
In chains of past, behind glass of present

There are petty childhood resentments
Choosing that red frock over the blue one
of never playing on swings in summers 
And of sneering at a dumb boy just for fun

There are sweet youthful resentments
of clueless textbooks, sleepy classrooms and low grades
Of feeling unsaid to that stupid crush
Choosing simpler career for stability that now evades

Restricted section full of vengeful beasts;
Another floor in my museum opens at 3 am
I visit it on rainy nights with a glass of rum
And watch hardened regrets creating mayhem

Hardest goodbyes and tearful farewells
Some pity things lying bleeding without closures
Lost opportunities and missed chances
Shameful defeat against sinful pleasures

I kissed you and blamed alcohol yet again
when I saw you on first floor the other night
I am done adding floors to my museum
No more regrets, please- get lost from my sight!