Ah! There is always the question about the one that got away - the woman I mean. I was younger and didn't know love when I had it - spent too much time putting on a tough face.
She didn't know to knock me to the floor, grab me by the collar and set me straight on what is important in life. So we parted.
Time adds a glow and to a time, person and place. It also adds a layer of what could have been...
I saw her twenty or more years after we parted. She had a tough life over the years (and even before I met her) but she did OK for herself considering. But when I looked at her I still saw the woman I knew, not the older one. There was the regret and sadness of the "what could have been". We may have made a good team. Then again we may have wound up like 50% of marriages in divorce.
There is more to the story but you get the idea.
When we are taking our last breath will it be our regrets we remember? Is that what hell is? An eternity of thinking of what could have been while we were alive? Or is the loss of memory really a blessing in disguise?
Cue Frank
And so I face the final curtain.
My friends, I'll say it clear;
I'll state my case of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full -
I've travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets? I've had a few,
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course -
Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew,
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill - my share of losing.
But now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that,
And may I say, not in a shy way -
Oh no. Oh no, not me.
I did it my way.
For what is a man? What has he got?
If not himself - Then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way.
Yes, it was my way.