As you grow older,
And night time comes,
And you can't sleep,
Memories flood your mind.
"I should have done this,
I should have done that;
This needs to be taken care of ...
But I am so tired."
On and on through the wee hours.
But you can find peace;
Pat yourself on the back,
If you can honestly say to yourself
"What I did do -
Was good."
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