The old man seldom gave advice but when he did he said,
"Life seems very burdensome until you wake up dead,
Men lose themselves to drink and drugs and some of them to wealth
If you lose yourself in anything make sure it's someone else"
I lived my life, forgot the words, and drank to my content
On ales and beers and barley wine were all my fortunes spent
No joy was found in bottled brews, from them I did depart
Indeed to seek a better vice to cure my broken heart
I dabbled with some opium, I did a little cane,
I poked myself with needles so they'd take away the pain,
No joy was found in any drugs, from them I did depart
Indeed to seek a better vice to cure my broken heart
I rose in age, ambition too, now fortune I did seek,
I thought strength was shown with treasures bought and poverty was weak,
Though my fortunes rose and treasures too, from them I did depart,
Indeed to seek a better vice to cure my broken heart
And search and search I did indeed, was never satisfied,
Left to right and high to low everything was tried,
Until I got so old and frail, the searching had to end,
So I rid myself of vices all and settled for a friend,
A younger lad, not twenty yet, with such a life ahead,
Though peers and many girls his age he talked with me instead,
Of dreams of drink, of drugs, of wealth and what the world would bring,
He wanted this he wanted that he wanted everything,
I seldom gave the lad advice but when I did I said,
"Life seems very burdensome until you wake up dead,
Men lose themselves to drug and drink and some of them to wealth,
If you lose yourself in anything make sure it's someone else."
"Life seems very burdensome until you wake up dead,
Men lose themselves to drink and drugs and some of them to wealth
If you lose yourself in anything make sure it's someone else"
I lived my life, forgot the words, and drank to my content
On ales and beers and barley wine were all my fortunes spent
No joy was found in bottled brews, from them I did depart
Indeed to seek a better vice to cure my broken heart
I dabbled with some opium, I did a little cane,
I poked myself with needles so they'd take away the pain,
No joy was found in any drugs, from them I did depart
Indeed to seek a better vice to cure my broken heart
I rose in age, ambition too, now fortune I did seek,
I thought strength was shown with treasures bought and poverty was weak,
Though my fortunes rose and treasures too, from them I did depart,
Indeed to seek a better vice to cure my broken heart
And search and search I did indeed, was never satisfied,
Left to right and high to low everything was tried,
Until I got so old and frail, the searching had to end,
So I rid myself of vices all and settled for a friend,
A younger lad, not twenty yet, with such a life ahead,
Though peers and many girls his age he talked with me instead,
Of dreams of drink, of drugs, of wealth and what the world would bring,
He wanted this he wanted that he wanted everything,
I seldom gave the lad advice but when I did I said,
"Life seems very burdensome until you wake up dead,
Men lose themselves to drug and drink and some of them to wealth,
If you lose yourself in anything make sure it's someone else."
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