By Sumer Schindler

We go through life

Full of regrets

Stealing a moment

Between each breath

But then we turn

To waste more time

When will we learn

To draw the line

We laugh and say

Tomorrow I’ll be better

Then tomorrow comes

And we live for pleasure

On and on

The cycle goes

Full of regrets

Turned into woes

Life is too short

To waste another day

At the end of my life

I’ll look back and say

“I had no regrets

Not a single day.”