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The day is going to come When I'll wake before the sun When I'll try hard to look my best When I'll spend hours behind a desk. The day is going to come When I'll start to settle down With some man I'll keep around Then we'll figure out the rest. The day is going to come When the clock will start to tick And I'll decide whether to live free Or spend my mornings, sick And peeing on some test. The day is going to come When my life won't be my own, — I'll be filling up a home With books, boys, girls Or pets. The day is going to come When my hair will start to fade, — Blonde, brown, red Then grayed, — A reflection much older Than the one I last met. The day is going to come When I'll have to figure out What my whole life is about, — Though it scares me to death I don't think I'm close yet. The day is going to come When I'll shed the skin Of being young. With wrinkled, squinting eyes I'll watch the sun set. Thinking about it now Lifts me up and brings me down, But, God, — I just hope I have plenty of time left.
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Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 11:33 PM UTC
the day is going to come
The day is going to come When I'll wake before the sun When I'll try hard to look my best When I'll spend hours behind a desk. The day is going to come When I'll start to settle down With some man I'll keep around Then we'll figure out the rest. The day is going to come When the clock will start to tick And I'll decide whether to live free Or spend my mornings, sick And peeing on some test. The day is going to come When my life won't be my own, — I'll be filling up a home With books, boys, girls Or pets. The day is going to come When my hair will start to fade, — Blonde, brown, red Then grayed, — A reflection much older Than the one I last met. The day is going to come When I'll have to figure out What my whole life is about, — Though it scares me to death I don't think I'm close yet. The day is going to come When I'll shed the skin Of being young. With wrinkled, squinting eyes I'll watch the sun set. Thinking about it now Lifts me up and brings me down, But, God, — I just hope I have plenty of time left.
#life#aging#youth#age#personal
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Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 11:33 PM UTC
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