As I read it, I remembered and connected to this essential truth: LIFE IS TO BE ENJOYED. So I send this poem to you as a simple gift in recognition of this annual time of reflection and hope. I can't verify the author of the poem but I believe it is American humorist and cartoonist Don Herold, published by Reader's Digest, October 1953. Here it is:
I'd Pick More Daisies
If I had to live my life 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 that 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 eat more ice cream and fewer beans.
I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I am one of those people who lives prophylactially and sensibly and sanely,
Hour after hour, day after day.
Oh, I have had my moments and, if I had it to do all over again, I'd have more of them.
In fact, I'd have nothing else.
Just moments, one after another.
Instead of living so many years ahead of each day.
I have been one of those people who never would go anywhere without a thermometer, a raincoat and a parachute.
If I had to do it over, I would start barefooted earlier in the spring
and stay that way later in the fall.
I would play hooky more. I wouldn't get such good grades except by accident.
I would ride on more merry-go-rounds.
I'd pick more daisies.