An old man died at ninety three,
Numerous things he failed to see,
Spectacular places he would have loved to go,
and now he is gone he will never know.
opportunity came and passed him by,
At ninety two I asked him why.
"Why did you never take a chance?"
He took a deep breath and with one glance,
He told me that he was much to old,
But wished he had, if truth be told!
It was with regret he did not do,
all of the things he wanted to.
He said, "time passes quickly, please have some fun",
"Live each moment before life is done".
"dont waste time fretting about what could be,
seize every opportunity".
He was very honest, his heart lay bare,
with very few tales he had to share.
He told me he lived from day to day,
and ifs and buts had got in his way.
As I said, the old man died,
he held a letter by his side,
The letter read, don't be like me at ninety three,
if you never try, you will never see.