It ain’t the dids. It’s the ain’ts.

I avoided saints
to keep life free of constraints.
Look! Now it’s all feints.


I’ve lost all taste for life
I’m all complaints

by Joni Mitchell from The Sire of Sorrow (Job’s Sad Song) in “Joni Mitchell: The Complete Poems and Lyrics”, Random House of Canada, 1997. 321pp.