If I had more time I would follow my nose
to a land exotic to my eyes,
bask in the glory of reading for hours,
lie on beaches, take in shows.
If I had more time I would go for a run,
I would go for a cycle, join a club,
learn how to crochet, bake like Berry,
learn how to switch off and have more fun.
If I had more time I would make a plan,
map the future, pinpoint the route,
take a scenic drive to my destination,
waymark the journey through my whole life’s span.
If I had more time I’d become green-fingered,
cultivate roses and honeysuckle,
watch things grow like a stop-motion movie,
enjoy my hard work, potter and linger.
I’d follow my children, each step on the path
pick them up when they fall and pick up on their skills,
never lose my temper – there’d be no pressure –
I’d find a way to bottle each laugh.
If I had more time I would sail away, yet stay,
cleave to the present, the future, the past;
appreciate every Earthly wonder,
take my foot off the gas and enjoy each day.