On a. E. Housman and Turning 40

"Of my three score years and ten"
Forty "won't come again
Take from seventy years [two] score
And it only leaves me thirty more"

Gonna face dying like I never will
Tell myself to stop if I'm standing still
I've got so much more to do
Not gonna waste my time growing old too soon

There might be rust building on my gears
But comes wisdom with advancing years
Sure as the world turns, the rivers flow
One thing's clear; this I know

Gonna face dying like I never will
Tell myself to stop if I'm standing still
I've got so much more to do
Not gonna waste my time growing old too soon

"And since to look at things in bloom"
Thirty "springs are little room
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow"

I'm gonna face dying like I never will
And tell myself to stop if I'm standing still
I've got so much more to do
Not gonna waste my time growing old too soon

Well, I'm embracing some new-found freedom
Gonna really carpe that diem
No more a slave to apprehensive youth
Not gonna hesitate to speak this truth

Gonna face dying like I never will
And tell myself to stop if I'm standing still
I've got so much more to do
Not gonna waste my time growing old too soon

Gonna face dying like I never will
And tell myself to stop if I'm standing still
I'm all in; I got nothing to lose
Not gonna waste my time growing old too soon



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Writer(s): Michael C. Kelley
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