Song: Living Over Poem by Dave SmithWhite

Song: Living Over



With the lessons I've learned,
I'd never have burned,
All my bridges, my family and friends.
I think I have earned,
My right to return,
Though my story is hard to defend.

If I could live my life over,
If I could start again?
I'd be a better lover,
I'd be a better friend.
I know I'd be in clover,
'Cause now I know how to bend.
If I could live my life over,
I'm sure I could make amends.

If I could live my life over,
Such real cake I'd bake and I'd blend.
A creamy and richer pavlova,
With an icing that all recommend.
If I could live my life over,
If I could live again;
A sperm swims up to an ova,
As belief in such moments suspend.

For years I would render,
Much that was tender,
With the jolt of the odd boxing glove.
For years my agenda,
Was out on a bender,
Which did not engender much love.

If I could live my life over,
There'd be no point now to pretend.
Like a starburst that's done and gone nova,
With the fuel it burns off and expends.
If I could live my life over,
What would it be like to extend?
Would I engage with composure,
What outcome would history portend?

If I could live my life over,
It would sure pay a good dividend.
Such proofs I'd uncover,
Or with joy rediscover,
The truths I'd recover, transcend.
If I could live my life over?
On me you could always depend.
When I'm by your side, I won't hover;
Just think of me as a godsend.

Over years I've discerned,
The connections I've spurned,
Have left me alone and adrift.
And though I have yearned,
It remains unconfirmed,
The love of your own is a gift.

If I could live my life over,
What art and verse could be penned?
I'd declaim just how much I love her.
How such an old soul can unbend.
If I could live my life over,
To her I'd devote and attend.
I'd tend her there on the sofa,
With all tender mercies append.

I'd go undercover, or act as a buffer,
A vector, a protector defends.
I don't want to bluff her,
But I can't let her suffer;
So mad and aglitter,
Like a sad gif on twitter,
Unto the bitter end?
Until the bitter end!

Sunday, March 1, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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