Twenty years from now seems quite far
But not as far as it was before
Creeping slowly
People ask me
Where I think I’ll be.
Do I worry or should I worry?
That will lead me nowhere
I know for sure I’ll climb that stage
And I will welcome that age,
If given a chance.
As Jason Mraz said, I won’t worry my life away
By then, I’d be happy to have been fifty.