When we grow old,
Our future begins to shrink,
Our past is getting longer,
It’s then we begin to think.
Where has my life gone,
I only have me to blame,
If I had my life to live over,
I’d not live that way again.
I’d live for every minute,
Feel the grass beneath my feet,
I’d live life to the very limit,
I’d laugh and cry, then sleep.
Then awake with renewed courage,
More risks I’d gladly take,
Living out my wildest dreams,
Make the ground beneath me shake.
I would want my children to remember,
Not have them to forget,
The risks in life they didn’t take,
Would be their first and last regret.
C.N.André Day. 1997
