When I see how far I've come
I wonder how I got here?
The strange decisions, a few were dumb.
Many a groan, sometimes a cheer.

I don't like looking back.
It's really kind of hazy.
Surely was a winding track!
I wonder...was I crazy?

The things I will put off today,
And I won't do tomorrow.
Right now is the time to play.
I have no more time for sorrow!

I may look back in a week
And see what I didn't, but should of.
All the ways I'd never seek,
Even though, I think, I could of.

Let's pick it up and move it on!
Father Time is creeping faster.
Live it up before the sun is gone,
And we're all put out to pasture.


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