Regret is something I cannot escape,
A scale where second thoughts weigh,
A pain straight to the heart,
Facilitated by memory’s dismay.

What can be done with this pang of conscience,
That which cannot be undone or taken back?
It cannot be ignored as it seeds itself deep,
A sewn entity for sentimet to reap.

I aim to learn from my remorse,
To be lenient to my choice,
To realize that for me there is a plan,
And be resilient to that voice.

For now, I will embrace my regrets,
As teachers of cause and effect,
Reminders of multiple choice,
And measures of prospect.