A tot, I was and always free.

My toys were there and calling me.

I had no time to hear your stories.

And as a youngster, had some things -

toys and games, a slide and swings.

I had no time to hear your stories.

So busy, I, with teenage years

as music soothed my hungry ears.

I had no time to hear your stories.

Our wedding was a fancy one.

So proud we were of our first son.

I had no time to hear your stories.

I labored very hard at work,

but problems?  They would always lurk.

I had no time to hear your stories.

Then older, I had had some pains.

My stock was down.  I had few gains.

I had no time to hear your stories.

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Oh calendar, Reverse the years,

reverse regrets, my sins and fears.

I now have time for many stories.

Once unaware, through breeze confess,

dead leaves that toss against me, press.

I now have time for many stories.

Through my excuses, alibis -

I knew in private of your cries.

I now have time for many stories.

Back here at home, at humble grave,

In tears, your stories now I crave.

I now have time for all your stories.

But time flies by and by, it slips -

so word repeated from my lips?

"Sorry."  "Sorry."  "Sorry."

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