Regret Poem by Mary Champion

Borne on the cool evening air
I seem to hear your sweet soft voice,
it speaks to me of dark despair.
How I regret the foolish choice

I made in spurning what we knew.
If only I could turn back time,
I'd still be there embracing you,
and cherishing what once was mine

But I believed a change of scene
and greater wealth would make me whole.
Yet pastures new were not so green
and I have lost my heart and soul.