In the quiet corners of my mind, I wander,
Among the tattered pages of days gone by,
Where echoes of decisions linger and ponder,
As whispers of regret in the night sky.

Like footprints on the sands of time, they stay,
Mistakes that etched their stories in my soul,
Each one a lesson in its own profound way,
Yet leaving scars that make the heart whole.

Oh, to mend the tapestry of past’s embrace,
To weave anew with threads of wisdom’s light,
Yet solace found not in erasing the trace,
But in the growth that follows each night.

For in the garden of life, both thorn and bloom,
Together dance beneath the moon’s soft grace,
And though regret may cast a shadowed gloom,
It’s in the learning that we find our place.