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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