Of all the things that you may do
And all that you have done;
Of all the plans that are complete
And those you’ve just begun;
Do not regret the life you’ve lived
Or the things that you have done,
For they determine who you are
And what you have become.
Regret instead a word unsaid,
A kindness incomplete.
Regret a road not traveled on,
A sunset left unseen.
Of all the things that we can do
And all that we can say,
The worst I think is to relive,
“I wish I had, that day.”