Will I regret my days of misspent youth
When time comes to look back upon my life?
As beauty fades, I'm left with naught but truth:
Bitterness, envy, vanity and strife.
The moments have dragged endlessly each day.
Yet, when I turn, the many years have flown.
I realize now, I should have bid them stay.
For soon I'll be old and my children grown.
Each day I have left is but a treasure
When it is gone, it comes again no more.
Full or empty, I control the measure;
But no mortal hand can control the pour.
I must choose now, before my days are through.
To truly live, give each full day its due.