Missing the Best
If I had a nickel or dime
For every time I made a rhyme,
I'd make money ... as you can see,
Having enough for you and me.
We'd climb mountains to heights unknown,
Sailing oceans where winds have blown,
Sowing wild oats, searching for fun,
Leaving no party left undone.
When our time be finally through,
Having nothing left to do,
Though our lives might have been a ball ...
We'd have missed the best life of all.