IT AIN'T OVER

IT AIN’T OVER

Jeez, I’m eighty-five
Goin’ on eighty-six
How did I get so old?
I don’t feel old
A few aches and pains
I’m not complaining

But now I look back
I wonder
The things I’ve done
Or might have done
Have I lived a worthwhile life?
I don’t know.

I didn’t invent a cancer cure
Or find a polio vaccine
Or discover penicillin
Or split an atom.
Or march in Selma
What did I do worthwhile?
Do letters to the editor count?

I had a happy life.
A professional career
Forty years with a loving wife
And afterwards
A long time life companion
I provided for a family
Willed them my values
For truth and justice
Wasn’t that was worthwhile?

But enough looking back
The fat lady hasn’t sung
It ain’t over, ‘til it’s over
The Red Sox may win again
I may yet find a solution
For Middle East peace