When we feel our days are numbered, when our thoughts reveal
our soul,
We reflect on things that might have been, had our visions
met our goal.
Our memories of days gone by, of things that could have
been,
We recall every thought that we ever had, of every little
sin.
The times when we made bad choices, times when hope was
thin,
Those are the times that we remember most, of things that
could have been.
You remember your children, think of them when they were
small,
And how life could have been better for them, had your hopes
been at your call.
But at this time when you look back, and see the things that
you did wrong,
You think of things you could have done, that would not have
taken long.
Times you could have spent, playing ball, or maybe fishing
by the stream.
Of times you could have been better, that your life was not
that extreme.
Yes, when we feel our days are numbered, and we look back at
our life,
We see that we made it what it was, whether it was calm or
strife.
We could have done things better, and made things easier for
this day,
When we should be able to leave things calmer, rather than
a-sway.
So to all of you who are reading this, it is time you must be strong,
You know your days are numbered, your hours left, not long.
So make amends if they need be made, and let your children
know,
You did your best, and only ask they forgive you before you
go.
