Things I Failed To Do

How odd a thing to later learn, That life is but a day— It is the the leaf of summertime Than come autumn blows away. In my youth it was forever, Or so it seemed to be— Ah, the wonder of a child Who was very much like me. I should have climbed that rugged Oak, Or a classic picture drew— My last regrets will likely be The things I failed to do. Death, I know, will have its day, It is true of mice and men— But O the things I could achieve Were I simply born again!