Forget Redemption, Pour Me Another Drink

The beauty of aging is often overlooked    
Many spend their time lamenting past mistakes    
Woulda, coulda, shoulda is a malaise of harm    
Rather than regret, the mantra should be to celebrate    
   
The celebration is the mind    
Now rounded instead of channeling agnst     
Wisdom comes easier now    
You get that bonus for fighting all the fights    
   
I've learned from my mistakes    
Though challenges still abound
I'd be fine if I could just find my damn glasses    
Screw redemption, pour me another drink