I want my first true love at sixteen
To break my heart the next year
I want to squabble endlessly with friends
while everyone 'doesn't care'

I want to have My second love,
my yearning hearts reprieve
till she explains
In a very tactful way
that 'she's not the one for me'

at twenty one I have hit the town
drank my fill and restless sleep
one night stands with overly permissive
traquilised barbies.

At twenty three I'll sit and listen
to the nouvelle  wise
with some temporary wisdom
and an all-to-placid guise

At twenty five I'll settle down, I view my love
with jaded eyes

till twenty eight, when I'm overly permissive
layed back
Pally
"Hey, how you doing ?"
kind of guy.

But that was someone else life.  Not mine.

Where did I put that?