Ain'T It Sad How Things Turn Out To Be
When I was young,
I was so carefree,
At least that’s how
It seems to me,
Ain’t it sad,
How things turn out to be?
Full of hope,
Full of passionate dreams,
A thrilling new world
Lay right before me,
Ain’t it sad,
How things turn out to be?
Glass half full,
Then it’s half empty,
My mood can change
So very unpredictably,
Ain’t it sad
How things turn out to be?
Copyright © Carl Halling | Year Posted 2018
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