I'm sixty going on ninety-five
And as I sit here starring at the sky
I think about the things that could have been.
I think about the girls I've dated
And I think about people I've hated
I think with both, it was only I, who paid.
My mind festers with things I should have said
To so many people who are all now dead
Regrets are a heavy price to pay.
If I had my life to live again
I would live for pleasure and ignore the pain
I wouldn't say anything, if I had nothing nice to say.
I would walk when I used to run
I would relax when the day was done
I would stop and smell the roses, like I never did.
You need not suffer, if you contemplate
If you immerse yourself in love, not hate
And learn from the mistakes, other people make.
I wish I'd known these things, when I was young and brave
Now wisdom comes on my way to the grave
Alas these seeds of wisdom, I leave for you.
© Allan Marston
I have written many blogs over the years so I am going to keep this one as my way of keeping in touch with my friends.
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