You wont be thinking of the lives you’ve wrecked,
You wont be thinking of those failed bets.
You wont be thinking of growing old,
You’ll be already there and growing fonder each fold.
You wont be thinking of giving up grace,
you wont be thinking who or what race.
You wont be thinking of the how and why,
but a bit more of when and where somehow.
You wont be thinking about holding your tonge,
you wont be thinking of bitting your thumb.
you wont be thinking of the high’s and dry’s,
nor the soggy wet salutations that went flying byes.
You wont be thinking about spreading your wings,
you wont be thinking about flinging those rings.
You wont be considering how you’ll greet each day,
Just that another has luckily come your way.
You wont be thinking of automating wrongs right,
you won’t be thinking of setting someone brights.
You wont be thinking about all that tea,
I just hope you have some consideration
– for you and me.