So often as I wait for sleep

I find myself reciting

the words I've said or should have said,

like scenes that need rewriting.

The smiles I never answered,

doors perhaps I should have opened;

Songs forgotten in the morning ...

I relive the roles I've played,

the tears I may have squandered;

the many pipers I have paid

along the roads I've wandered.

Yet all the time I knew it

love was somewhere out there waiting.

Though I may regret a kiss or two,

if I had changed a single day,

what went amiss or went astray,

I may have never found my way

to you ...