When I am old, shall I wonder where I have been?
And wonder why I was as I was?
Will I regret the whens and the wheres and the whos of my life
And feel saddened that I didn't go more, do more, and see more
Of the offerings in my universe?
How will I know that I am old?
My spirit feels sixteen--alive with reckless abandon.
Why would I regret having been where I have been?
Places are only places, after all.
Should I have done more? Perhaps, but I emptied myself for others and
kept little for me.
And all those whom I have met enriched my life--each one teaching me
more about myself and the world than I could learn on my own.
When I am old? Never shall I be! Life is too good, the world is too
wide, and you, my love, are all I need.
