I've had a busy life.

What is it but a map of busy life,Its fluctuations, and its vast concerns?

It does not matter what you were, it matters what you aspire to be

There are always loose ends in real life.

The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my Dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary

Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live; Not where I love, but where I am, I die.