WHEN YOU LIVE

When you live a long time, you hurt

From things not done,

From times not spent,

From things unseen

At the time or not at all.

To wish undone

To want another go a round

A do-over, a re-try, a mulligan or two, not per side but per day.

It's not a solitary hurt either,

But a universal hurt for those you love.

A "Watch Out!" a warning shot, a yellow light.

It compounds for those unknown, but still a yearning for them, too.

Not necessarily a remember when

Or a feeble intention of doing again.

It's a wake up call, an alarm, a bugle played without tininess.

It simply says, "You only go around once. Don't waste a second."

"Don't miss that chance to share, to enjoy, to love."