Will the pieces of the life you’ve lived
  come together at the end

Will the times that you reflected
  straighten your path out, free of bends

Are the places that you visited
  more than way stops that you chose

Are the feelings that you left with
  still inside you—heaven knows

Are your children still in contact,
  do they ask you what you think

Are your parents now forgotten
  as you pour yourself a drink

Are the days now counted backwards
  with the best all left behind

Does the silence serve to haunt you
  with those things you cannot find

Does the laughter fall on deafness,
  do the smiles pass you by

Are your friends now off your guest list
  with no time then left to find

Are the pieces of your puzzle
  pointed sharp, and ill to fit

Does your conscience wear a muzzle
  with the blame an endless pit

Is it what you said you wanted
  when you started down this path

Or are you now among the hunted
  in a bad choice aftermath

If before you’re gone, one chance flew by
  a difference then to make

Would you hang on tight to all the lies,
  or embrace this change of fate

And if you do, the words will say,
  you almost got it wrong

Before you called those choices back
  —and changed them into song

(Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2015)