My life (till now) again

I’ve time to heal and mend the ties between old friends, to reassess my daily spend; my life, till now, again.

There’s every chance I’ll die without ever knowing why my better’s best and spirit’s high when I don’t seem to try.

Come morning, wake from sleep and reap the daily keep, thy eye is blind and would not weep nor creep for nothin’ cheap.

With course I must contend, and preach as I pretend, at least I’ve time to reascend; my life, till now, again.