Time to Waste

I looked at life from my chair

In a tavern long ago,

And all I learned I’m here to share

Was just how much I didn’t know.

Now a penny for this thought,

If just one for every beer

In that tavern I had bought,

Now I’d be rich it’s pretty clear.

But ain’t it funny growing old,

All that beer I’d only rent,

If to myself I could have told

What a waste of time truly meant.

But all I’ve learned in old age turned

Is how much still I don’t know;

And time to waste I’m not concerned,

As long as I can keep it slow.