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I watch the people rushing by,
And wonder where they're going,
A hectic way to spend one's life,
What life are they enjoying?
They're chasing after things to buy,
So they can get ahead,
The things that they must leave behind,
The moment they are dead.
I once was young, but now am old,
And sit upon a bench,
In front of Parker's General Store,
My hands relaxed or clenched.
I come here every afternoon,
And stay until it's dark,
And think of how life used to be,
As people rush and dart.
I sometimes think about a time,
When I was just a boy,
A time when life was simpler,
And I was full of joy.
And then I think about the day,
When I became a man,
And swore I'd work both day and night,
To get the things I can.
But that was many years ago,
My life has come full round,
I sit and watch the younger folk,
Who rush all over town.
I hope they start to understand,
Before it is too late,
That life is more than getting things,
For Heaven doesn't wait.
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