Thinking we’re the fountain of youth
we spend life as if it’s money
Casting away dreams as we go
never knowing dark from sunny

The first we waste so endlessly
never thinking to stop and rest
Playing until we fall asleep
living life through memories best

Father time always catches us
no matter how swift we can run
Reminding us of mortality
to see we don’t have too much fun

When we finally wake from youth
to find the years so sadly gone
We wish they had been spent better
not worrying about our lawn

Faith may be the timeless healer
but lost time it cannot replace
And all the calls for Gods mercy
won’t give us back that youthful face

So we play each part as we go
thinking back on another joy
To wish we had taken notice
of the child when he was a boy

Tate
Original version with pictures and music
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