السبت، 23 فبراير 2013

Yesterday When I Was Young

Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue, 
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game 
The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame. 
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned 
I always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand, 
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day 
And only now I see how the years ran away. 
Yesterday when I was young 
So many drinking songs were waiting to be sung, 
So many wayward pleasures lay in store for me 
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see. 
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out
I never stopped to think what life was all about, 
And every conversation I can now recall 
Concerned itself with me, me, and nothing else at all. 
Yesterday the moon was blue 
And every crazy day brought something new to do, 
I used my magic age as if it were a wand 
And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond. 
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died. 
The friends I made all seemed, somehow, to drift away 
And only I am left on stage to end the play.
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung, 
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue. 
The time has come for me to pay for yesterday
When I was young... young... young

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