Regret is the way we feel <br />when life starts getting us down. <br />We think of things we should have done <br />or things we should have said. <br />We regret not to have taken the time <br />to live our lives to the full <br />and realise our full potential. <br />We are always in such a rush <br />we rarely hear an infant cry. <br /> <br />To counter act these things <br />that all of us sometimes do <br />we fill ourselves with remorse and regret. <br />It is worse when time rushes by <br />and everything has gone, <br />it is then we examine our lives <br />to see what went wrong. <br />Therefore, as you read this through, <br />stop and take a minute or two. <br /> <br />To look around at your life <br />and look more closely at all the things <br />that are of real value to you, <br />your friends and family. <br />Then turn your life around <br />to spend more time with them. <br />Everything else will be there tomorrow, <br />but will your family and friends. <br /> <br />Appreciate them more <br />because life is short <br />and there is never <br />any real certainty there. <br />So stop now and examine <br />the real priorities in your life, <br />lest you live the rest of it <br />with remorse and regret. <br /> <br /> <br />(8 November 2007)<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/regret-47/
