For all the roads—I did not take br For all the choices—I did not make br For all the tears—I never cried br For all the times—I had to hide br For all the love—gained and lost br For all of living's bitter cost br For all calamities—abated br For all the hunger—never sated br For all the mountains—never climbed br For all the times—things would not rhyme br For all the bitterness—and sorrow br For all the hope—in each tomorrow br For all the times—I felt so free br For all the rare moments—I could be me br Some things are better left unsaid, br or, better yet—undone. br The times, when all the plans are laid, br it's best—to frolic in the sun.