From night to sunlight I think of all the things I’m supposed to do
and should have done and will do
and won't have done, when the time comes
to cash in my chips and gather the clips of time that I wasted
and try to undo all I never did.Lie awake on my pillow
fret for lack of money or strength
wrinkles form while worries wait
tired eyes look for a wayI am eighteen going on eighty-eight.