Echoes of Regret

The sands slip swift through the hour glass,

Each moment lost we can't amass.

We say “tomorrow,” count the days,

But time moves on in quiet ways.

We save our dreams for someday skies,

While youth fades out before our eyes.

We speak of love we meant to show,

To hearts now gone, they'll never know.

The Reaper’s footsteps echo near,

A rhythm born of doubt and fear.

He doesn’t shout, he doesn’t chase—

Just waits as we avoid his face.

Regret is sharp, a bitter friend,

It haunts the things we didn’t send.

The words unsaid, the roads untried,

The truths we buried deep inside.

A glance, a touch, a last goodbye—

So many chances passed us by.

We thought we had a little more,

But time had locked the final door.

We chased the things that never stayed,

While golden days just slipped and frayed.

Now silence weighs where voices sang,

And emptiness begins to hang.

So do not wait, do not delay—

Each heartbeat steals a breath away.

The clock will stop, the lights will dim,

And all that’s left is what has been.