A Fools Remorse
A Fools Remorse
When your 8 or 9 you hope they not think you a fool at school
When your 14 or 16 you hope they think your too cool at the pool
When your 20 or 30 you play your jewel for a fool
When your 40 or 50 you become a tool and claim to rule
When your 60 or 70 your stubborn as a mule
When your 70 or 80 you wake-up in a pool of your own drool
When your 80 or 90, guess whose there to wipe off your drool
You might have been cool, but now your just another old fool
You should not have forgotten the golden rule
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