I'D PICK MORE DAISIES

If I had my life to live over,

 I'd try to make more mistakes next time. 

 I would relax. 

 I would limber up. 

I would be sillier than I have been this trip 

 I know of very few things I would take seriously. 

 I would be crazier. 

 I would be less hygienic. 

 I would take more chances. 

 I would take more trips. 

 I would climb more mountains, 

swim more rivers and watch more sunsets.  

I would burn more gasoline. 

 I would eat more ice cream and less beans,  I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones. 

 You see,

 I am one of those people who lives prophyfactically and sensibly and sanely, hour after hour, day after day. 

 Oh, I have had my moments, and

 if I had it to do over again, 

I'd have more of them. 

 In fact I'd try to have nothing else.

  Just moments, one after another, instead of living so many

 years ahead each day. 

 I have been one of those people who never goes anywhere without

  a thermometer, 

a hot water bottle, a gargle, 

a raincoat, and a parachute. 

If I had it to do over again,

 I would go places and do things and travel lighter than I have.

 If I had my life to live over, 

I would start bare-footed earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. 

 I would play hooky more.  I would not make such good grades except by accident, 

 I would ride on more merry go-rounds.

  I'd pick more daisies.

        Poem  by Don  Herold 

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