I wanted to leave a legacy
I wanted my name to be talked about
on street corners
between random strangers
in whispers of admiration

Instead of carpe diem
My life became a cycle
stack, sign, stamp, and pass
Each minute invested
to save for some moment ahead
when I could relax in the Southern-California sun

But that moment never came
I missed my chance
Just like that missed heartbeat
and then another
and another
I had saved and saved and saved
only to never see the fruit of my labor
only to have my wealth
be nothing more than piles of paper
stacked, signed, stamped and passed on

Oh! The deeds I’ve never done!
the woman I never married!
the places I’ve never gone!
Why did I waste such valuable time
to save for the day that never came!

So I say to you, young workaholic,
Never live a day through
without doing something
that will be remembered