Beim nächsten Mal ...
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER AGAIN
If I had my life to live over again
I'd dare to make more mistakes next time.
I'd relax. I'd limber up.
I would be sillier than I have this time.
I would take fewer things seriously.
I would take more chances.
I would take more trips.
I would climb more mountains
and swim more rivers.
I would eat more ice creams and less beans.
I would perhpas have more actual troubles
but I would have fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I am one of those people
who live sensibly and sanely,
hour after hour, day adter day.
Oh, I've 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 of each day.
I've been one of those persons
who never goes anywhere without
a thermometer, a hot water bottle,
a raincoat and a parachute.
If I had my life to live over,
I would start barefooot earlier in Spring
and would stay that way later in the Fall.
I would go to more dances.
I would ride more merry go rounds.
I would pick more daisies.
By Nadine Stair. 85 years old.
Louiseville, Kentucky.