In the quiet moments of the night,
Shadows dance with whispered wrongs,
Mistakes like faded ink on paper,
Telling stories of paths long gone.

Regrets sit heavy on weary shoulders,
Echoes of choices left unmade,
Time’s relentless march unyielding,
Leaving dreams in twilight’s shade.

Yet in the echoes of those stumbles,
Lessons bloom like flowers in spring,
For every fall, a chance to rise,
And find the strength that healing brings.

So let us walk with gentle grace,
Embrace the past, yet look ahead,
For in the tapestry of our lives,
Mistakes and regrets softly tread.