Regret

Regrets are best left in the past; to dwell does not a thing undo. The shape in which you are now cast with error'd clay is rich imbued. How would you know the heights of bliss unless you first had been brought low? Remember, yes, and reminisce, but call forth not your former woe. Without past gall, how sweet the sherry? And what is light without the dark? Regret is not a place to tarry; Analyze and then embark. Let your star guide your direction; be mindful, yes, of past mistakes. Hope and life are an election, so keep regret firm in your wake.