Twenty is a distant blur.
Thirty didn't bother me.
Forty came and went. No big deal.
But now that I'm staring down fifty, I'm really starting to wonder where my life has gone. And where the rest of it is going. There's a lot I want to get done before I croak, and I just don't know if I will.
I guess I'll just have to knuckle down to it and find out.
Thirty didn't bother me.
Forty came and went. No big deal.
But now that I'm staring down fifty, I'm really starting to wonder where my life has gone. And where the rest of it is going. There's a lot I want to get done before I croak, and I just don't know if I will.
I guess I'll just have to knuckle down to it and find out.