Once there was……………………………
too less a time and much to do.
Too little air and much to breathe.
Too less a space and much to woo.
Too little energy and much to reap.
Too limited a vision and much to see.
Too small a mind and much to learn.
Too limited a wisdom and much taken to be free.
Too small a choice and many boats to burn.
Life ain’t fair my friend; life ain’t fair at all.
Believe me;
life ain’t fair; life ain’t fair at all.
All those I could have loved, but didn’t;
and those I shouldn’t have, but did.
All those I could have blessed, but didn’t;
and those I shouldn’t have, but did.
Knowledge I could have gained, but didn’t;
and knowledge I shouldn’t have, but did.
Things that I could have passed on, but didn’t;
and things that I shouldn’t have; but did.
Life ain’t fair my friend; life ain’t fair at all.
Believe me;
life ain’t fair; life ain’t fair at all.
Now……………………………………………
The pale sun is kissing the horizon;
and the wind has stopped blowing through my hair.
The silence is starting its eternal reign;
and the dreams have stopped adorning my eyes.
The autumn is spreading its dry crackling cloak;
and the ideas have stopped painting my imagination.
The violins have started playing the funeral march;
and ambition has ceased to move my determination.
Life ain’t fair my friend; life ain’t fair at all.
Believe me;
life ain’t fair; life ain’t fair at all.
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