When I Was Young And Pretty
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When I was young and pretty,
I heard a Wise Man say:
"Give Marks and Pounds and Dollars,
"But not your Bus away."
But I was young and pretty,
No use to talk to me;
A Bus was just another car,
And traded frequently.When I was young and pretty,
I thought I knew it all;
I had been driving, don't you see,
For years in Traffic's crawl.
I'd had my education,
As much as I could stand;
Why, I knew all there was to know,
As much as Any Man!I'd had so many autos,
I can't remember them;
I'd bought, and sold, and bought again,
With Credit, Cash, and Whim.
Sedans, Two-doors, Convertibles,
I'd several Buses, too ...
And when I tired of what I had
I'd go get something new.But now I'm older, sadder,
No longer Wise Men speak;
And if they did, I couldn't hear
Unless they really shriek,
And Buses that I once enjoyed
Are memories in the past;
If only I'd hung onto them ...
I understand, at last.When I was young and pretty,
I heard a Wise Man say:
"Give Marks and Pounds and Dollars,
"But not your Bus away."
Since now I'm old and ugly,
I pass this on to you:
Remember what those Wise men say,
It's true, it's true, it's true.04/07/95 Joel Walker
