“For too long I have behaved as if I could postpone going indefinitely, and thus have so many things that I must do first.” – A 93 year old on dying.
Sobering thoughts.
Should you have worked harder, loved more, trusted further, played with more joy in your soul, drank heartily, eaten less healthy, experimented more? Found yourself? Found someone else? Shared more?
I would hope so.
Each morning I get up I die a little, can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord, what you’re doing to me
I have to spend all my years in believing you
But I just can’t get no relief Lord
I work hard everyday of my life
I work till I ache my bones, at the end of the day
I take home my hard earned pay all on my own
I get down on my knees
And I start to pray (praise the Lord)
‘Til the tears run down from my eyes