Time To Pull That Plow

I tell myself to look away as I seek to avoid the truth But even when I close my eyes I find that it’s no use Seems there’s no escaping from the memories of my past I see now it was foolish to think those days would last So here I am I spend my days remembering how to forget The memory of our glory years and joy of time we spent How could it be those hours have so quickly slipped away What kind of fool was I to think they were here to stay But now I’m told I must move on and learn to pull a plow Set aside my youthful ways and forget my dreams somehow