What form of regret comes?

After a time, that was yours, for the victory

You failed to take it…..

Gaining back moments and lost time

Seemingly nonrefundable from history.

However, you gain desperation as a weight

trying to gamble your last few remaining

Hourglass chips on a hunch

Of what a moment shall win you

Sometimes losses wound an ego until such needs a crutch.

You look towards the sun

Wondering where all of your lost days have gone

You lost the game spending time planning your move

Now…it is you who must relearn life’s game

and relearn how to live each sand grain of the hourglass

and regain your Dance of Life … it’s miraculous Groove