Of Regrets Over Wasted Days Poem by Cheryl L. DaytecYañgot

Wasted days are regrets of age
When plans that stayed plans rear their head
Guilt, nostalgia, even umbrage
Disturb us for not having read
The ancient writing on the hall
Carpe diem! We must seize the day
While we are quick and time is tall
Youth’s strength leads our feet to the way

But youth reckons eternity
There’s the morrow, vast stretch of time
To capture dreams that need to be
Caught; Youth is never out of prime
Slowly, years roll like silent tears
Unnoticed as the thief of night
Plans are postponed for the next years
Till they fly in the sky like kite

When the skin sags, the hair turns gray
Mortality consumes the thought
Then we do an inventory
Of plans done, plans that were for naught
That’s when regret weighs our minds down
We curse lackadaisical youth
We imagine that tasks were done
These thoughts, like spilt milk, are all moot

So while we’re young, let’s seize the day
Regret shan’t spoil the sunset’s hue
Where fulfillment is, join the fray
When sunset comes, with joy we’ll go
A lifetime unscathed by regrets
Is life well-lived, full of spirit
Exist for others; it’s the best
Tribute to life – such a rare gift.