Sometime riches we have are but memories of time since past.

Sometimes memories of times since past are like gold dust blown in the wind.

Sometimes gold dust blown in the wind is just a handful of what ifs.

Sometimes a handful of what if’s are choices not made.

Sometimes choices not made are the regrets we hold.

Sometimes the regrets we hold are the thoughts we dwell on.

Sometimes the thoughts we dwell on are the riches we have.