Carpe Diem Poem: Before Regret Learns Your Name
Regret is born from quiet waits,
From words unsaid and steps delayed;
It grows in all the "someday" plans
We swore we'd make—then never made.
Time does not circle back for courage
When fear insists on holding still;
The chance you spare from living now
Becomes tomorrow's ache of will.
So speak the truth your heart rehearses,
Cross the line your doubt defends;
For wounds from daring often heal—
But not the grief of never-when.
Seize this hour before it turns,
Before the door you meant to try;
Fear fades when action claims the day—
Regret lives on if you pass it by.
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