Unforced Errors

January 26, 2020

Wrote this last night...



Oh, I’ve known love, and I’ve known joy,
And I’ve been a little boy
Cuddling his Tinkertoy,
And happy in the night.

And now I’m old, and all my fear
Of death just seems to disappear
Although my end is coming near,
I’ve lost my fright.

I’ll go, I think, quite naturally:
I’ll die and I will cease to be -
The goal that means the most to me
Is getting living right.

I live to love, and love to live
My only sin I can't forgive
Is remaining hypersensitive
To errors of the past

If only I had seized the day…
If only I had walked away…
If I had taken time to play…
It all went by so fast.

I must in my remaining years,
Acknowledge all my bygone fears,
And grasp each moment that appears
For it might be my last

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