Regret of one

In the beginning we are born,
Knowing that death is the only end we have.

We never think daily how we make our bed,
That when we torture ourselves we let others down,
We let ourselves down.

Judgement hits each of us,
When we take our last breath.

Either we appear on the dark side of the river alone,
Or we are in the light among the beauties to surround us, hearing the voices of our loved ones.

Yet, when someone we love passes to their reward,
So many fight, argue, grieve, kill, or even commit suicide.
Rather than being at peace knowing that there was nothing more we could have done.

We forget life is like a story,
Beginning at being concieved,

Some stories short,
Almost non-existent,
Others so long,
With no cause of the intent.

We forget our breaths ate counted,
Every beat of our heart assessed,
When we live our lives,
We lose all interest.

Forgetting what we can do,
Forgetting why we are here,
Everything around us is always new,
Exploring it is our life's goal it is clear.

But when the time comes,
When our last breath is drawn,
When our soul and body is numb,
Do we regret out what we did before we are gone?

Or is it the ones who did not get to say,
Everything that they wished,
That regret the steps that lay,
Ahead of them which they missed.

Do they pray and cry in despare,
Or forget why they are bothered,
Do they hold their tongue in disrepair,
Or leave all alone and leave their voice smothered.

No matter what they do,
Bothering parties leave with regret.
One to go forward in their despair,
The other to say never more.