If I only had the chance.
Would that I could do things differently
I would crash and lumber more
Being unafraid of hurting myself
And more careful of hurting others.
I would take more things apart
So that I could find new ways
To put them back together
And if I could not make them work
I would make them do something else entirely.
I will relax a lot more, sleep later, clean less.
I would spend the time that I saved
In better fashion, by watching clouds,
Or tickling children, or making love.
I will take more, give less.
Take more trips, more chances
More risks and I’ll take a lot more time.
I will give less weight to opinion
Give less credence to conjecture
And give less concern for calories.
No doubt I will make more mistakes,
But I will likely make more friends
And they will enjoy my company
Because I will be barefoot, tipsy,
Cheerful and sillier than I am today.
I would scratch what itches, burp when I need to
And kiss everyone who is wiling.
I would do things that scare me
Just because I can.
And I would not simply write poems
I would practice what I preach,
I would do the things I…
…excuse me, I have to go.
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