Fields are with most value
And most loved to admire
When they are at their verdant pasture
And the youth of man
Is in his most prime to stand verdant
To gallantly leap off hills unto mountains
Why does nature play silly games with me
Lay a feast when I am to watch my weight
And starve me at my verdant youth ?
While the youth stand out and envy
The riches of those a decade ahead,
Verdant with hope and wish to trade shoes
The old envy the youthfulness of those a decade below
So young, verdant, wild and free
With little ponder of what tomorrow holds
It is like the con of the retailer
Who never has the right change to give
Fiddling in her box, waiting to hear "keep the change"
"Come back tomorrow" she says
"If only you were here yesterday" she adds
Why does nature play silly games with me ?
To deprive me of the fortune
In my youthful verdant
When fields are with most value of energy to burn
Yet short straws of come back tomorrow
Are the once we pull
Why does nature play silly games with me??!