Painting Now The Picture

I hope there'll be no picture
That I'll hate to look upon;
When the time to paint it better
Or to wipe it out, is gone.

I hope there'll be no vision
Of a hasty word I've said
That has left a trail of sorrow,
Like a whip welt sore and red.

And I hope my old age dreaming
Will bring back no bitter scene
Of a time when I was selfish,
Or a time when I was mean.

When I'm getting old and feeble,
And I'm far along life's way,
I don't want to sit regretting
Any bygone yesterday.

I am painting now the picture
That I'll want someday to see;
I am filling in a canvas
That will soon come back to me.

Though nothing great is on it,
And though nothing there is fine,
I shall want to look it over
When I'm old, and call it mine.

So I do not dare to leave it
While the paint is warm and wet,
With a single thing upon it
That I later will regret.

 ~ Edwin W. Truesdell ~

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Original Midi Composition "Breeze"
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Updated: July 28, 2005

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