After You Are Dead Poem by John Yaws

Old memories still haunt me-
From the days when I was young.
There are times that I am homesick
For the place from which I sprung.

I've agonized and analyzed
Mistakes that I have made.
But I guess that introspection
Is a poet's stock in trade.

You can't undo the past, friend
So, it's best to move along.
You ought to be pro-active
Even if you get it wrong.

It is best to be decisive-
Go on and press ahead-
There is time enough for napping
After you are dead.