How often have you wished your life away?
Just like wishing Monday were a Friday,
Or hours were days and days were weeks
`Cause it`s the time ahead that your heart seeks.
How often has folly been your trait?
Rushing into things `cause you couldn`t wait,
Not stopping to think what the outcome may be
As far as your nose is all you could see.
The tragedy of this is plain to see
Because life plays tricks on you and me,
In wishing time away for a special date
Old age came too soon and wisdom too late.
