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
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