I'd Pick More Daisies If I had my life to live over again, I'd try to make more mistakes I would relax. I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I know of a very few things I would take seriously. I would be crazier. I would be less hygienic. I would take more chances. I would take more trips. I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers and watch more sunsets. I would do more walking and looking. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones. You see, I am one of those people who lives prophylactically and sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I've had my moments; and if I had it to do all over again, I'd have many more. In fact, I'd try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day. I've been one of those people who never go anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a gargle, a raincoat, and a parachute. If I had it to do over again, I would go places, do things and travel lighter than I have. If I had my life to live over, I would start barefooted earlier in the spring and stay that way till later in the fall. I would play more hockey. I wouldn't make such good grades except by accident. I would ride on more merry-go-rounds. I would follow more dreams. I'd pick more daisies.  
 

Nadine Stair, ??? age 85 ???

Te recomiendo el excelente estudio de Benjamin Rossen sobre el verdadero autor de este bello poema.
 
 
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