Regret is
the sludge that fills your shoes
making steps difficult
the tears that fill your eyes
clouding clear vision
the waxy ear buildup
muting all messages 
the slouch that leaves you
gasping for air
the acrid taste on your tongue
 ruining your food
But you can
remove those shoes
wipe those eyes
q-tip those ears
straighten that back
bite into a fresh, crisp apple

And make a plan