I wrote this poem 28 years ago when I was 28 years old after a conversation with an 82 year old man I met at a MacDonald's.
I'm on my way to eighty 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 the people I've hated
And 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 forget 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 that other people make
I wish I'd known these things when I was young and brave
but wisdom comes on my way to the grave
Alas these seeds of wisdom I leave for you.
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.
The Secret Killer
Find out what it is before it kills you and your loved ones and what you can do about it.