The Shortest Day

We've all got one life that we live

We tend to waste youth, we're too young to care.

They say it's 'not right', whisper 'not fair',

We've got a few years, and then we're out there.

The pressure's soon on, your careless days are long gone,

You've got a family to feed and your working day's long.

They say it's 'not right', proclaim 'it's not fair',

Your middle years dawn; regrets start to form.

All of a sudden you're feeling the strain

Life's slip sliding away,

And your kids have left home; you and your wife are alone.

They say it's 'not fair', shout it's 'not right',

We live short years, and then we're not here.

So much that you could've done.

The places that you never went to.

Your twilight years are full of doubt,

Will you see this year out?

Now you know life's too short, now you know it's not fair.

As you breathe your last breath,

And your soul is out there.