When a person looks back
From the last half of life
At all the shoulda’s
And the might-of-been’s
It’s too late for maybe’s
Why didn’t I, or shame me,
Or I’d never want to do that again.

Because none of it matters!
After each moment passes
You never have that moment again.
For, where it did take you
And what it did make you
Is part of every moment
You have ever been,
And will be, in.

All that I’ve touched
And all that touched me
All these intersects
In my ball of time
Will ripple and echo
Throughout eternity
From this earthly existence of mine.

So for good and for bad
For all that, I’m glad
And grateful for my
Life and times.
But I’ll still be remorseful
Repentant and sad
For any pain and hurt at my hand

For those too will ripple
And trickle through time
Amongst every deed
And word of mine
So I pray at my Judgment
The scales that when balanced
Will tilt more on goodness’ side

I don’t know where
All the time has gone to.
But I sure do know where it has been.
I don’t know what
Might have turned out different
If all I know now I knew then.
Sure, I look back
And sometimes I wonder
About all the might-of-been’s
When I see all the places
Where my life did take me
I’d do it all the same way again

It is my hope
That my final farewell
Will find few joyous over my passing.
And the consensus will be
That all who knew me
Feel I left them with joy and love…
Everlasting.