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           Whenever I get sad or mad,

           looking back on my life,

           thinking of what might have been.  

           I remember something my mother always used to say.



     Whenever I look back and think of what might have been.

     I remember the past is fixed, the cake is mixed,

     the stamped is licked, and  

     it is as strong as a cast.

     Saying shoulda, coulda, woulda, and playing what if

     never did anybody any good.

    

    My son, the future is like an open book.

    My son, the future is like a new house, with a lot of    

    different nooks.

    My son, the future is like a library waiting

    to be filled with books.

    My son, the future is like an art museum waiting for come  

    and give paintings looks.

    My son, the future is like a big, wide, long. field of grass you can run in, you can have fun in.

    There is just so much that can be done.