Wasted days are regrets of age <br />When plans that stayed plans rear their head <br />Guilt, nostalgia, even umbrage <br />Disturb us for not having read <br />The ancient writing on the hall <br />Carpe diem! We must seize the day <br />While we are quick and time is tall <br />Youth’s strength leads our feet to the way <br /> <br />But youth reckons eternity <br />There’s the morrow, vast stretch of time <br />To capture dreams that need to be <br />Caught; Youth is never out of prime <br />Slowly, years roll like silent tears <br />Unnoticed as the thief of night <br />Plans are postponed for the next years <br />Till they fly in the sky like kite <br /> <br />When the skin sags, the hair turns gray <br />Mortality consumes the thought <br />Then we do an inventory <br />Of plans done, plans that were for naught <br />That’s when regret weighs our minds down <br />We curse lackadaisical youth <br />We imagine that tasks were done <br />These thoughts, like spilt milk, are all moot <br /> <br />So while we’re young, let’s seize the day <br />Regret shan’t spoil the sunset’s hue <br />Where fulfillment is, join the fray <br />When sunset comes, with joy we’ll go <br />A lifetime unscathed by regrets <br />Is life well-lived, full of spirit <br />Exist for others; it’s the best <br />Tribute to life – such a rare gift.<br /><br />Cheryl L. DaytecYañgot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-regrets-over-wasted-days/
