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My Next Thirty Years

3 декабря 2007 года

My Next Thirty Years

My Next Thirty Years, by Tim McGraw My Next Thirty Years, by me
I think I’ll take a moment, celebrate my age
The ending of an era and the turning of a page
Now it’s time to focus in on where I go from here
Lord have mercy on my next thirty years
I don’t think I celebrated it much differently from any other birthday of mine. It is sort of ending of an era, but I don’t yet feel it. Yes, I’ve finally defended my PhD dissertation and may look at my future prospects with more precision, yet can I?
Hey my next thirty years I’m gonna have some fun
Try to forget about all the crazy things I’ve done
Maybe now I’ve conquered all my adolescent fears
And I’ll do it better in my next thirty years
I sure hope I’ll have some fun in my next thirty years. And I am sure that not all the crazy things have yet been done. I didn’t have any particular adolescent fears, so there’s nothing much to have conquered.
My next thirty years I’m gonna settle all the scores
Cry a little less, laugh a little more
Find a world of happiness without the hate and fear
Figure out just what I’m doing here
In my next thirty years
What I need less is crying (even though I mainly cry silently), what I need more is laughing and being happy. What I need to discard and leave behind is at least part of my nervousness, being easily frustrated at petty things, being rancorous.
Oh my next thirty years, I’m gonna watch my weight
Eat a few more salads and not stay up so late
Drink a little lemonade and not so many beers
Maybe I’ll remember my next thirty years
Luckily I don’t have to watch my weight, it is bordering on the under than than above. So, no less meat, pastry, pasta etc. With my going to bed more or less at about 10 pm I don’t think I have to go to bed even earlier. I’ve spent my first 30 years practically missing on the night part of life. Not that I’ve missed a lot. But I’ll never quite know now when I’ve already missed it. So, I’ll try to miss less, be it nightlife of daytime life, in my next thirty years. And, of course, drinking beer is not a problem for me, as I don’t drink it at all.
My next thirty years will be the best years of my life
Raise a little family and hang out with my wife
Spend precious moments with the ones that I hold dear
Make up for lost time here, in my next thirty years
In my next thirty years
I do hope the next thirty years will be happy years and I won’t quite feel rolling on to forty and beyond. I hope to settle even more with the one I am now. Not closing the door on the options, I look forward to better options only and am ready to fight against the worse ones.
I can even try to make up for the lost time and lost options, to make up for the blunders and mistakes. Yet nothing can protect a living person from making mistakes along the road. So, let the road be a good one.

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