WANTING BACK THE YEARS

I think of the year that soon will end

And think how fast it seemed to past.

When I was young, each year pasted slowly…

But now they pass so fast, my friend.

Somehow, they pass more quickly now,

I see them fly before my eyes.

How many did I fail to live,

Could I relive them now somehow?

So many years I wished away,

Wanting, then, for each to pass,

For some were filled with troubled times

And so I wished away the day.

Well, days turn into weeks and years,

And soon you’re old and life behind,

And gone the years you wished away…

Wanting to pass...the ones with tears.