When I was a youngster, still short of my prime
I played all the sports, pretty good at that time.
I won some, I lost some as everyone does,
but the older I got, the better I was.
In school I was bright, never studied a lot
my folks always thankful for grades that I got.
Somewhat above average my marks I would say
but the older I got, the better were they.
All the girls that I kissed, not brotherly wise,
nay never have captured a beauty first-prize.
Each kiss they returned, how my young heart did stir
and the older I got, the cuter they were.
I had a career; undistinguished I guess,
made some mistakes, I have to confess.
Errors forgotten, let sleeping dogs lie
and the older I got, more better was I.
So if you are worried, your record not great
take heed to my story, it’s never too late –
Forget where you stumbled, who’ll ever know?
Let the good things you did, in your memory grow.
~ Eugene Devereaux
