Escape by Wilma T. Moore - 1971

I dwell in the Land Of What Might Have Been,

I review old dreams by the score.

fancy my life as it might have been,

To the past I give one day more.

I imagine the joy of what might have been -

Great illusions and nothing more.

I can’t really know what might have been;

The past lies behind a sealed door.

"If only", I cry from What Might Have Been,

Sad words by which to set store;

For with "almost", "perhaps" and "it might have been"

Each day I just add to Past’s lore.

I must escape from What Might Have Been,

Swim swiftly away from its shore;

Push through the tides of What Might Have Been

Past the shoals of Never More.

Then I’ll arrive at What I Have Now

And happily tackle each chore;

Gratefully guard what I have with a vow

To cherish each new day more.

For today is more precious than what might have been

Or tomorrow - who knows what’s in store?

I’ll shelter today from what might have been;

"Please God, grant another day more."