The Hardest Part Of Getting Old

The hardest part of getting old,

Is dealing with regrets,

Accepting there's no going back.

One chance is all I get.

Facing dreams that I once had

That never did come true,

And knowing they can't be achieved

And there's nothing now to do.

Recalling choices that I made

That clearly changed my life.

Times when I retreated

When I should have stood to fight.

People that I pushed away

Who only meant me well.

While holding on to other ones

Who made my life a hell.

Devoting all my energy

To the work I did each day

While investing little in myself

As my own life slipped away.

Not working hard on friendships,

Or on a family of my own.

So that now in this last stage of life,

I find myself alone.

If I had to do it all again,

It wouldn't be the same.

I'd live my life more for myself.

My priorities would change.

I would reach back more to others

Who had tried to pull me close.

And cherish all those people,

Who had cared for me the most.

I would not accept hurt or abuse

But demand love and respect.

I'd nurture those parts of myself

That I tended to neglect.

I would hope to have at least one child,

Who I'd teach and guide through life.

Who would hopefully look up to me,

And treasure my advice.

I would still find time to do my work,

One thing of which I'm proud.

It was my years in social work

That were my most profound.

But as for all the time I lost,

And the things that I can't change.

I have to let it go for good

And focus on the time that now remains.

For there are no second chances.

This is the life I made.

But I pray that by my being here,

I've made a difference in some way.

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