Lost Years

Where did all of those years go this question plagues us, one and all Our days of youth now past, but thanks to God, they were a ball I went to bed at nineteen and woke up at forty-nine I pray I get some more, before the end of the line The older that we get time seems to go by so fast Enjoy these fleeting moments I wish they could somehow last Like the changing of the seasons, time is constantly changing our lives We all must give our best, so that our future will revive