Daisies
If I had my life to live over, I'd try to make more mistakes next time.
I would relax.
I would limber up.
I would be sillier than I have been on this trip.
I know of very few things I would take seriously.
I would be crazier.
I would be less hygienic.
I would take more chances.
I would take more trips.
I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers, and watch more sunsets.
I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I am one of the people who lives sensibly and sanely, hour after hour, day after day.
Oh, I’ve had my moments.
And, if I had it to do over again, I'd have more of them.
In fact, I'd try to have nothing else.
Just moments, one after the other, instead of living so many years ahead each day.
I have been one of those people who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat, and a parachute.
If I had it to do over again,
I would go more places and do things
I’d travel lighter than I have.
If I had my life to live over again,
I would start barefooted earlier in the Spring and stay that way later in the Autumn.
I would play hookey more.
I wouldn't make such good grades except by accident.
I'd let my imagination run wild more often.
I would ride on more merry-go-rounds.
I’d pick more daisies
[Attributed to one Nadine Stair of Louisville, Kentucky, in 1977, by Robert Terry, at the Oklahoma State University 1996 Distinguished Lecture AAAE Meeting, and said by him to have been published in the Seeker Newsletter, 1977 (according to the Journal of Agricultural Education, Vol. 38, No.1, 1997).]
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)