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And then one day
When all is said and little done,
We’ll just stand still and count the cost,
And see what’s gained and what is lost,
And what is left to do.
And then we’ll see
The stones unturned and furrows still unploughed,
The chances that we’ve had and missed,
The smiles unmoved, the lips unkissed,
The gentle words unsaid.
We have the chance
To see the things we should have tried, but failed,
We’ll take the vow to make amends,
The jobs undone, neglected friend,
And try again.
But at that time
If there is nothing left to think or do or say,
Then p’raps it’s time for us to fade away …