A Recipe For Regret

                                    The blue quasi-Victorian house

Combine 
An enterprising spirit
With inordinate procrastination
And a near total lack of self-discipline
Along with a heaping teaspoon of fear

Let stew for decades
Until one can taste only the memory of  the wishes
That sparked the desire

Hamburger stands, junk stores and antique shops
Carnival rides and myriad mom and pops

Each and every one
Being run
By a daring enough someone 
Who simply did what had to be done

Catastrophe may lurk
In the swampy, marshy murk
Horrors may wait
Behind every rusty iron gate

but never will one know if the opportunity will profit
If one doesn't get off one's ass and simply try it

It takes decisive action
In order to earn the satisfaction
Of succeeding in a chosen endeavour

Persist
Like salmon swimming upstream
With your fervent hopes and your wildest dreams
Otherwise, you'll earn the fate
Of all of those who procrastinate