Day one I were 3, me was all I could see.
Day two was 13, time to be free, nothing could stop my friends and me.
Day three was 23, the love of my life was all I could see, joining together we had made three.
Day four was 33, the new house what a chore, now work is life, we work more and more.
Day five was 43, dreams once chased, turned into a war, no vision of hope was life anymore.
Day six was 53, a sickness had found her, prevented it was not, I wish back we could have, the days at the doc.
Today is Day seven and 63 you will find me, on bended knee I wait, praying to be set free.
Heed this warning, or mourning like me, when discovering your life wasted, by overlooking week three.
By The Old Man
