Humans who grow old become regretful creatures,
Haunted by past mistakes, our own personal leeches,
We dwell on what could have been, and what we should have done,
Our minds racing, constantly on the run.
We replay past conversations, and wonder what we could change,
We reflect on missed opportunities, and wish we could rearrange,
Our hearts heavy with what we could have achieved,
Our spirits dampened by what we never received.
But let us not forget, that regrets can be a gift,
A lesson learned, a paradigm shift,
For though we stumble, and sometimes we fall,
It’s through our mistakes, that we learn to stand tall.
So embrace your regrets, and let them be your guide,
For through your missteps, you’ll find the strength to stride,
And though we may be regretful creatures, we can still soar,
To new heights and ideals, like never before.