In the quiet of the night, echoes softly tread,
Mistakes, like whispers, haunt the weary head.
Regrets unfurl, a tapestry of yesterdays,
Weaving tales of paths not taken, lost in the haze.

Each misstep, a teacher, stern yet wise,
Carving wisdom from the depths of our sighs.
Through the shadows, light finds its way,
Guiding hearts to brighter, hopeful days.

In the mirror, reflections of what could have been,
Yet, in each crack, new dreams begin.
Regrets, the seeds of growth, tender and wild,
Nurtured by time, where hope reconciled.

So we walk, with lessons in hand,
Through the sands of time, we understand.
Mistakes, mere footprints on the shore,
Washed by the waves, yet teaching us evermore.