If only was lonely, after what if jumped off a cliff
Saying: "My regret score is too low, I must give it a go."
It was game over, Red Rover. Own goal. Score one to nil.
So friends met to lament what if,
With thoughts of what might have been, and if only.
His tombstone was inscribed "Get over it, I tried it with a cliff"
Now regret and remorse are drowned with drink, and unscrambled eggs on toast.
Taking risks begets regrets if you fail.
Taking a chance has remorse in its tail
Fate a letter pre-posted in mail,
Be in it to win it, piles debt in hope's grail