If today is only a minute long,
and tomorrow is on a distant shore...
Will I be thankful for the time,
or will I be praying for a little more?

If my time has come to pass...
Will I regret the loss of years?
Will all the things I never did
bring me to a river of tears?

My only regret can be of us...
of our time gone - now that I'm through;
I'm so sorry for the loss of time,
but I'll see you again in the skies of blue.

Until that time does arrive,
I'll be waiting here for you;
I want to hold you forever...
in these skies so very, very blue.

George Aul

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/skies-of-blue/