The years of fun
have passed us by,
Like all things in life, we can't ask
why.
To grammar and high school, and college
we went,
Without ever thinking of what it all meant.
The days and the nights spent surrounded
by friends,
We never really thought that those times
would end.
We talked about school and how we wished
we were done,
But we never stopped to think that we'd
miss all the fun.
Waking up at noon, with nothing to do,
Skipping a class because you were out
until two.
Starting debates on all sorts of things,
Frat parties, keg-stands, and meaningless
flings.
Coming back from class and taking a nap,
Going to class in a baseball cap.
These are things we forgot we would miss,
We never knew life would turn out like
this.
Now it is work, five days in a row,
We drink less beer, we drink more joe.
We come home at night, yearning to rest,
For come the next day we must be thinking
our best.
We worry about stupid things and we're
always on the run,
Since when should a job rob us of fun?
There are seven days in a week, not just
two,
So lets stop acting like we have so much
to do.
Every night should be fun, every day embraced,
Lets all stop this ridiculous race.
"Life is too short", we've all heard it
said,
"The best years have passed" is ingrained
in our heads.
Jobs come and go, friends will always
be here,
OK let's get back to work...
From compromise and things half done ,
Keep me with stern and stubborn pride
And when at last the fight is won
God, keep me still unsatisfied .