If only – a poem from my Death Bed.

If only I had a little more time,

a couple more chapters, a few more lines,

I’m on the final page, laying almost dead,

looking over my life, in this Hospital Bed.

If I could rewrite, if a second chance given,

I’d make the most of my second chance living.

I’d take care of myself, my body, my mind,

learn to relax, learn to be kind,

I’d let go of the past, let old chapters be,

look back only for lessons the tough times taught me,

I’d make time daily, to laugh, dance, and sing,

and bathe in the love and the joy that they bring,

I’d be who I am, not who I ‘should’ be,

A true and authentic version of me.

Speak my truth, even when my voice starts to shake,

be real and imperfect, not ‘perfect’ and fake,

Spend more time with my parents, my wife and the girls,

they wanted my love, not promises and pearls.

I’d slow each moment down, stopping the hurry,

inhaling pure presence, exhaling all worry,

I’d explore our world, from Berlin to Bejing,

instead of stuffing my house, with thing after thing.

I’d take risks in pursuit of chasing my dreams,

the risk is rarely as big as it seems.

But now it’s too late.

My regrets die with me.

At the of your life,

what will YOUR story be?

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