What would have pumped life to a dulling heart
What could have been the realization of a dream,
What should have made better tomorrows than today,
Came a little too late, so it seems.
Give it a rest
And be contented.
For who’s to know what there is today
Amounts somewhat much lesser
When there is naught one righteous
To judge which is better,
And in thus may regret be unhanded, set free
When things are not meant to be.