We carry echoes from mistakes once made,
Old shadows tracing paths we can’t retrace.
Regret like autumn leaves begins to fade,
Yet wisdom grows within each fragile place.
The hands of time refuse to turn around,
What’s lost remains beyond our earthly reach.
But every dawn in golden light is found
A chance to mend ourselves to learn to teach.
Though yesterdays are carved in memory’s stone,
Today’s soft clay invites a gentler hand.
With every breath new seeds of hope are sown,
Fresh courage springs where once we could not stand.
So let us greet each morning without fear,
And walk towards the future, year by year.