I can only guess at
What the future might hold
Will I even make old bones?
Not that I want to live forever,
But whatever age I achieve
I don’t want to look back
And wonder what might have been
So, I will live every day
Like it was to be my last
So, at the end
I will not lament my past
And now I will not worry
About what might be
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