Reverse (Poem)

there will come a time when we're alone, we tend to self-pity and confess regrets within ourselves,
of the things we did in the past, and of the things we hadn't done
of the things we said in the past, and of the things we hadn't told
of the things we should have fight for but did not
of the things we should have surrendered but did not
of the people we should have stayed with but did not
of the people we should have left but did not
of the opportunity we should have grabbed but did not