To learn, to know, to be, to grow, and all the could be’s, and
All the should be’s lost in ignorance, a waste of space and a
Waste of time, a waste of life no reason no rhyme,
At sixteen, just a teen, at twenty one, more to be seen,
At thirty one friends have come and gone, no lesson learned,
Not yet, still stubbornly bold, cannot be told, but there’s time
To be, and time to see, and forty one, same old song, hope there’s
Future not the final gong, so, fifty one passes by, at sixty one, over
And done, too late to be, to late to see, forever destined never to
Be free, you’ve lived a life of stupidity, now you’re wealthy and strong
So many things you think you have, so much riches you think you
Own, until you lie dead cold as stone!