|No longer forward nor behindI look in hope or fearBut, grateful, take the good I findThe best of now and here.|
|For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these 'It might have been'|
|For of all sad words of tongue or pen, |
the saddest are these, "It might have been!"
|In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow and kiss and fight... Not people die but worlds die in them.|
|Of all sad words of tongue and pen the saddest are these, what might have been.|
|The saddest thing of word or pen, To know the things that might have been.|