Shades of purple haze fade, as evening shadows
dance on the garden wall, it takes my breath away
for another day has melted into the abyss of time,
as my aging eyes repeat my ancient rhyme.
Wasted days of my life quickly pass before my eyes.
Yesterday, Oh! How I envy yesterday!
I rode the edge and nothing seemed to be
beyond my beck and call! I wasted my days
as if they would be free for me to recall.
Dancing in the street, drinking the juice from
the proverbial vine, which was sweet and so divine.
Making love on a moonlit, beach with all the time
in the world to spend, and spend it I did, day after
day and year after year.
Regrets change nothing, the wasted years are gone
forever and a river of tears won’t put them back together.
Oh! How I envy today and the young of heart, who
waste their day dancing in the street, drinking red wine
and making love on a sandy beach.
If, I had it to do over again, I’d probably commit the same sins.
Those were the days, and foolishly, I thought they would never end,
but end they have and that my friend is the sum of my ...earthly time!