When I was young and in my prime
I worked real hard to make a dime.
I worked the fields and slung some hash,
Anything to make some cash.
A lot of mouths I had to feed,
And always some were in dire need.
Of shoes or socks or clothes for school
And bills piled up, as a rule
But through it all I'll have to say,
I'd turn time back if I had my way.
The years have taken quite a toll,
Left so much sorrow in my soul.
Deaths Reaper stole some away,
And loneliness moved in to stay.
Old age has crept in to every joint,
So now, I guess this is my point.
Enjoy your life while you can,
Take pride in work done by your hand.
Love those kids with all your might,
You never know when it's your last night.
And love your mate with all your heart,
For the pain is great when you must part.
God gives us each our time to go,
It's not for us to ever know
So take your blessings as they come,
And thank the Lord for every one.
