Life of a Monday Morning Quarterback
If I had my life to live again
Would I change it `round a bit?
Would I frown at life or gaily grin
Show the world my truest grit?
Too often time is squandered
By intentions meek or honor's lack,
As off the paths we've wandered;
We Monday morning quarterbacks.
If I knew just what tomorrow brought
Would my countenance belie the truth,
Of those dreams I crushed, tears I wrought
In selfish statehood we call youth?
The world would be a better place,
If we started old, then grew young.
There would be no more arms race,
Nor songs of love to leave unsung
But sighing, I must bow to fate,
Like all good souls that went before.
Though wiser now, I'm game to wait
To see what else life has in store
Mind you, I'm merely pondering;
No disrespect intended friend.
Speculating what I'd do, wondering;
If I had my life to live again.
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