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IT'S TRUE WHAT THEY SAID - Duchess - 05-23-2024 Youth is wasted on the young. I had to get old to understand that. RE: IT'S TRUE WHAT THEY SAID - Clang McFly - 05-23-2024 (05-23-2024, 12:50 PM)Duchess Wrote: Youth is wasted on the young. I had to get old to understand that. Mostly true. I'm sure there are some young people somewhere making good use of their youth. Not me. I totally wasted my youth......50 year old virgin,etc. RE: IT'S TRUE WHAT THEY SAID - Carsman - 05-23-2024 (05-23-2024, 12:50 PM)Duchess Wrote: Youth is wasted on the young. I had to get old to understand that. I used to say life roles should be in reverse. You didn't have to work in your youth, you got your SS up to the age of 55. So you could do and enjoy all the things you wanted while you were young. Then, at 56, you went to work and worked until you dropped dead. Yeah, it has flaws, but it sounded good. RE: IT'S TRUE WHAT THEY SAID - MirahM - 05-23-2024 (05-23-2024, 12:50 PM)Duchess Wrote: Youth is wasted on the young. I had to get old to understand that. What made you say this RE: IT'S TRUE WHAT THEY SAID - Duchess - 05-23-2024 I've been doing a lot of reflecting on my life lately. RE: IT'S TRUE WHAT THEY SAID - BigMark - 05-24-2024 The changing of sunlight to moonlight Reflections of my life Oh, how they fill my eyes The greetings of people in trouble Reflections of my life Oh, how they fill my eyes Oh, my sorrows Sad tomorrows Take me back to my own home Oh, my crying (oh, my crying) Feel I'm dying, dying Take me back to my own home I'm changing, arranging I'm changing I'm changing everything Everything around me The world is A bad place A bad place A terrible place to live Oh, but I don't want to die Oh, my sorrows Sad tomorrows Take me back to my own home Oh, my crying (oh, my crying) Feel I'm dying, dying Take me back to my own home Oh, my sorrows Sad tomorrows Take me back to my own home |