If I had my life all over again I would pick more daisies.
If I had my life to live all over, I would try to make more mistakes next time.
I would be sillier than I have been this trip, I would relax.
I would limber up. I know very few things I would take seriously, including myself.
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 less beans,
I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I am one of those people who lives protectively and sensibly and sanely,
hour after hour, day after day.
Oh, I have had my mad moments, and if I had to do it over again,
I would 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.
I have been one of those people who never go anywhere without a thermometer,
a hot water bottle, a gargle, a raincoat, and a parachute.
If I had my live to live all over again,
I would go places and travel lighter than I have.
If I had my life to live all over,
I would start barefooted earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.
I would play hooky more,
I would ride on more merry-go-rounds.
I’d pick more daisies.
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