If I could live my life over again,
I’d have eaten more chocolate back then.
I never would’ve lit a cigarette
And I’d read Blue Highways again.
I never should have looked for love,
Because I overlooked the best…
I sought out pure perfection,
Yet all my choices flunked the test.
It’s midnight in the nursing home
I’m still awake, alone in the dark…
Still wishing someone slept beside me
And I felt some compassionate spark!
*Not yet but headed there...
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