Regular and steady, rhythms continue to carry on
through life's avenues.
Worlds of experience falling on deaf ears, no one
wants to allow another to be one up on themselves.
A regret that will haunt them in the future, always
bringing sorrow into perspective when it's impossible
to set things right again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Roseann for your poem on regret.