To little time to see the world, To have again the days of youth, There's so much of it to see, When everything was honest truth And life, it never eases up, And possible: yes we could do We're always so busy. Anything we wanted to.
But alas, we are shamed, But, should we find the time, Our ambitions by time were tamed, To see the world in what we do, And though not of an age great, We would never see it all, I am tamed, I sadly state. But we'd see a lot against with life we were through. Those times of youth when all was new, Little was false in a world so true,So when you today do something,
Go somewhere and meet someone,
Look on it as another part of the world,
You got to see as you passed on...
A heart large from lack of strife, To be hammered and reduced by life. And if thinking so I am its to be told... What an earth will I be like when I AM old?