If Only Was Lonely

If only was lonely, after what if jumped off a cliff Saying: "My regret score is too low, I must give it a go." Dared deed done and dusted It was game over, own goal, Score: one down cliff to nil. So friends met to lament what if, With thoughts of what might have been, and if only. His tombstone was inscribed: "Get over it, I dared it with a cliff" Regret and remorse met in wake To drown what might have been, with too many toasts, and liberal serves of hot unscrambled eggs on toast. Taking risks begets regrets if you fail. Taking a chance has remorse in its tail Fate a letter pre-posted in the mail, Be in it to win it, piles debt in hope chest's grail.