You [Don't] Have All the Time in the World
Dear brother, you're busy,
So I won't talk long.
I hope that my worries
Are actually wrong.
I don't mean to scare you,
(Well, maybe I might.
There certainly are things
Much worse than a fright.)
But there are some things
That I wish that you knew.
So I've laid them out,
Made them simple for you.
It's a lie what the films
And TV call true,
That youth should go on
Without any curfew,
That you have the right
To follow any fun,
Or rest, rabbit-like;
Later on you can run.
Your twenties have come now,
So what will you do?
Will our parents be proud
When asked about you?
I wish I knew you know
The end is coming.
I wish I knew you know
You can't stay bumming
In someone else's life,
Wincing in the bite
Of unsought ambition,
Haunted by the bite
Of miscarried mission,
Hanging on till the day
When your dreams come true
And real life finally
Happens to you.
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