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If I Had My Life to Live Over Again ‒ A Man’s Point of View Not too many years ago I took a shot at writing poetry and such. But I never did get really comfortable with it. One day I read something by Irma Bombeck called "If I Had My Life to Live Over". I thought about that and wondered what I would do. So, I sat down and wrote this. I thought some of you might enjoy reading something from A Man’s Point Of View: I would have talked more and listened to you better. I would have understood your need to have friends and not complained every time you asked someone over for dinner or just to visit. I would have cleaned up my own messes in the living room after watching the ball game instead of leaving it all for you to do. I would not have listened to my daddy when told me that big boys don’t cry or show emotion and always had to be strong. I would not have complained about the windows in the car being rolled up, but understood how important it was to you to look nice when we arrived at our destination. Maybe, if I had paid attention, I would have reminded you about the pink candle sculpted like a rose that was melting in storage. I would have sat with you and the in the grass and enjoyed your company, instead of sitting in front of the television watching every sporting event it had to offer. I would have cried and laughed with you more, instead of acting like it was just a woman thing. When you were sick, I would have insisted you go to bed instead of complaining about all the things that didn’t get done. I would have allowed you to be frivolous sometimes instead of always reminding you that money doesn’t grow on trees. When you were pregnant with our I would have been more attentive to your feelings, about your concerns and especially how you looked. When you wanted to talk, I would have taken the time to listen instead of telling you we can talk later. And there would have been more “I love yous” and more “I’m sorrys”, but mostly there would have been more sharing and communicating, because without those two things……nothing else works.  "Pickin up hookers, instead of my pen I let the words of my youth slip away." - Willie Nelson |
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5/4/2009 1:59 pm |
It's not always easy being that vulnerable with oneself but therein lies the place of learning and growth. A very touching blog!
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5/4/2009 4:50 pm |
Thank you, Staycee
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Very well said!!!! We all seem to learn the hard way don't me... Some believe in destiny, some believe in fate. I believe that happiness is something we create 
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5/4/2009 7:31 pm |
Staycee...very heart warming....it takes a brave and caring man to open his heart...there is still this life to touch as many as you can. If I could do it all over again..I wouldn't...it's been one heck of a ride so far, but once is enough..no regrets...just loving the life I'm living. Witchy Hugs 
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Sigh -- so well put. Wonderful blog. The positive is there. Sometimes it's just hard to find.
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5/5/2009 3:50 am |
^5...you've said a mouthful! When my feet hit the floor each morning, the devil says "Oh Crap, She's up!"
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Sometimes it's good to chastise who you were but not to go through life with your azz stuck in a burr I doubt the one's that need it ever bother to see the light and those that see their shortcoming were not the fault it didn't turn out right
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Very good blog. Thanks for sharing it with us
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