The clock keeps on ticking
and we fill the night with our loud
snoring; wanting peace and rest,
dreaming paradise in a far away land.
And suddenly we realize
that time is lost and gone.

Tsunamis and super typhoons
tornados, floods and cyclones
pound our shelters and treasures;
burying memories of our childhood
and even our loved ones, and here
we drown ourselves by deep regrets
that we cannot keep them alive.

Time comes and goes by
Minutes and hours we cannot add
They continue to run whether we live or die.
Nature's fury banks our doors
like thieves in the nights
We build and rebuild, collect and hide
all the treasures we can touch and hold on
But at a wink of an eye, they too
can slip away from our fragile hands.

Keep on regretting
if regretting you must,
But never forget to look ahead
for days with warm sunshine
because surely they will come.

___________
response to the title challenge of Alan Brown.

Elizabeth Padillo Olesen

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-live-in-times-of-deep-regrets/