Note: I found this poem in a booklet handed out at a Yom Kippor service. Since this is the time Jewish people celebrate the Jewish New Year and look back on their lives of the past year or before, the poem would be very appropriate in the booklet. Since the Jewish New year is almost here, I thought I would post it between the Ten Days of Awe, that is, between Rosh Hoshana and Yom Kippor. I decided to post this lovely poem as a way of also saying, have no regrets, a part of healthy aging, which was my theme for the summer postings! I chose photos from the Internet that reflect some Stair’s lines of thought.Â es
If I had my life to live over again,I’d like to make more mistakes next time.
I’d relax. I would limber up,
I would be sillier than I have been this trip.
I would take fewer things seriously, and make sure the ones
I took seriously were the ones that mattered.
I would take more chances.
I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.
I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
I would probably have more actual troubles—but I’d have fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I am one of those people who live sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day.
Oh, I’ve had my moments—and if I had to do it over again, I’d have more of them.
In fact, I’d have nothing else: Just moments, one after another,
instead of living so many years ahead of each day.
I’ve been one of those persons who never goes anywhere without a thermometer,
a hot water bottle, a raincoat, a parachute.
If I had it to do again, I would travel lighter than I have.
If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring
and stay that way later in the fall.
I would go to more dances.Â Â I would ride more merry-go-rounds.Â I would pick more daisies.