Meet Jane, she squanders her life chasing love Now everyone thinks she squanders her life On sweet nothing but By Jove! what a thing she has experienced in her lifetime: Only God knows; Yet they thought she squander her life on sweet nothing
Meet John he lives his life struggling Now everyone thinks he is in love with struggles, But is life not full of struggles. O! What a thing he has seen in his lifetime, Because he struggled with it, yet they though He squanders his life searching for foolβs gold And empty dreams.
Meet Jack he spends his time drinking and partying Now everyone thinks he squanders his life having fun. Hmm! All work and no play make Jack a dull boy and this Dull Jack has the hounds of hell on his heels when he is Sober, they had no idea what he was going through; Yet they thought he squander his entire life Being miserable and drunk all the time.
Meet Matt he works all his life to earn a living And everyone thought he squander his life working, Ah! Is not more work the reward for hard-work and No one cares that he has promises to keep and places to Be, yet they thought he squanders his entire life working And may end an old lonely fellow.
Meet Abby she squanders most of her livelihood on fashion and Material things and everyone thought she squanders her livelihood on useless things. Oy! Some things have to give, thatβs the way it has been but No one cares she had a craving to satisfy and insecurities to hide With cloth that glitters, yet thought she squanders her life on material things; so that she could be the center of attention.
Let them think all they like. Let them say whatever they think of We all have our crosses to carry, our insecurities and habit, and promises to deal with. Life is meant to be squandered on something whether it's on a noble deed or a selfish act? Life is meant to be squandered on something whether it's on a Meaningless or meaningful Things? Life is meant to be squandered on our wishes and whips and We have seconds of it to squander, We have minutes of it to squander, We have hours of it to squander, We have days off it squanders, We have weeks of it to squander, We have years of it to squander, We have a lifetime of it to squander till we are no more, Till we return to the very dust that we are created out of.
all fingers are not equal. We all have our crosses to carry. Different folks different stroke. yada yada yada