And what it means to you,
The thought that living long is important,
Sticks with all but a few,
But even Alfalfa was shot dead young,
With so much to live for,
What was he thinking in those final breaths,
That would have been wiser with ten years more?
Or is it that his encounter with death,
Shot in the groin o'er scratch,
Might have led to some change in perspective,
What plans might he have hatched?
Like living well,
The last of all regrets,
When there's nothing to risk, we play our cards,
Which is much too late to make any bets.