4,000 Weeks in a Lifetime
How did I choose to spend my time?
This, my one chance
On the journey through
Did I punch the clock at a job I hated?
Did I marry someone I didn't love?
Did I act selfishly and aggressively towards those who couldn't defend themselves?
I have too much to lose by losing, as
In the long view there are no second chances
4,000 weeks in a lifetime
I'm more than halfway through
By any definition
Do I regret?
Yes
Do I try to learn every day
And ask "why" of everybody and everything?
Yes
When I make a mistake
Or get mistreated
My face flushes, but
Then it's gotta be a learning experience
That's on me
Always
My 2,000 weeks have been mostly pain
When you break it down
But I'm not done yet
This, my one chance
On the journey through
Did I punch the clock at a job I hated?
Did I marry someone I didn't love?
Did I act selfishly and aggressively towards those who couldn't defend themselves?
I have too much to lose by losing, as
In the long view there are no second chances
4,000 weeks in a lifetime
I'm more than halfway through
By any definition
Do I regret?
Yes
Do I try to learn every day
And ask "why" of everybody and everything?
Yes
When I make a mistake
Or get mistreated
My face flushes, but
Then it's gotta be a learning experience
That's on me
Always
My 2,000 weeks have been mostly pain
When you break it down
But I'm not done yet
posted by joe sweeney at 9:15 AM
3 Comments:
Aren't poems supposed to rhyme?
We hear you have a smaller than average sized dick. Is that true, Mr. Pent?
Larry Bird sucks
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