• I spent my lifetime pondering and wondering in thought.
    Of all the things my life could be and all that it could not.
    How many hours did I spend upon my chair reflecting?
    How many plans, within my life, did I sit dissecting?
    I thought of travel far and wide, the places I would see.
    I thought of people I would meet and people I could be.
    But each and every day again I’d find myself at home.
    Still pondering and wondering on where and how I’d roam.
    I thought about the different lives that I would like to lead.
    Riding into the sunset upon my trusty steed.
    Floating into outer space, exploring distant lands.
    Performing rocket surgery or music in a band.
    Anything seemed possible while sitting on my chair.
    If only I had gotten up and moved away from there.
    The flights of fancy fantasy were such fun to explore.
    I only wish instead I’d gotten up and done a little more.
    Taken lessons, taken off.
    Ignored the people's scorn and scoff.
    Maybe then I’d have a tale worth telling, writing in a book.
    At least a story of my life that garnered second look.
    But now alas I lay within a box beneath the floor.
    Spending my time thinking back upon my life spent as a bore.
    Hour after hour thinking, pondering, and rueing.
    Wishing instead I had spent my lifetime living, doing.
    Oh if only I had gotten up from where I sat.
    The thing I regret most of all is never doing that.
    And now within my box, within the hole, under the ground.
    I have no more adventures to imagine or propound.
    The one thing left I have now that’s still within my grasp.
    Is passing on my lessons learned from thinking on the past.
    The most important thing I’ve learned while in my current state.
    The words I now exist to share. “Don’t Wait. Don’t Hesitate.
    Life is just a fragile thing, each living being gets one.
    Have nothing to regret when the living time is done.
    Experience adventures, discover things unknown.
    Spend your time enjoying life. Not sitting all alone.
    The man who sits and thinks of things he never tries to do.
    Has nothing but remorse to dwell on when his time is through.”
    These are the words of he who sat upon his chair and mused.
    He hopes they will not be forgotten, ignored, and unused.