If I Could Go Back
If I could go back, and redo some things,
my first correction would be learn to sing.
Not with the voice of a Nightingale, but my deeds,
the joy of giving, and enjoying what is around me.
The early years are lost somewhere, now time,
has taught me lessons, on ways, once blind.
Others in need should have been my concern,
but when younger, these things I did not learn.
Older means wiser, at least for some,
when I was a youth, boy, was I dumb.
Me, Me, Me, what about me,
thinking all the presents were mine under the tree.
Now things are different, I want to help,
one little chance, with the time I have left.
Help the hungry, coats for the cold,
and a nice warm bed, and plenty for the old.
Yes, time snuk up on this wise old girl,
as I was living so selfish in this timely world.
These are my thoughts, my private dreams,
and now I'm wiser, I'm on God's team.
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