I am a child
It is the Monday of my life
No one knows me yet
Or what I will be
I can only learn to be confused
And so the day goes on
I’m just thirteen
It is the Tuesday of my life
People know me now
But not what I’ll be
I have begun to be confused
And so the day goes on
I’m twenty-three
It is the Wednesday of my life
People know me all too well
And what I’ve become
It’s never too late to be confused
And so the day goes on
I’m fifty-one
It is the Thursday of my life
It’s time I learn about myself
And look at what I’ve done
Now I learn and only look confused
And so the day goes on
I’m sixty-three
It is the Friday of my life
I know all there is to know
And have done all I have wanted
There is too much time to be confused
And so the day goes on
I’m seventy-five
It is the Saturday of my life
The days seem to last for weeks
But the night only fifteen minutes long
And when I wake, I’m confused
And so the day goes on
I’m ninety-two
It is the Sunday of my life
No more prayers to save
And soon I will be gone
There is no reason I should be confused
And so the night has come
(I wrote this about 20 years ago. New material coming soon.)
It is the Monday of my life
No one knows me yet
Or what I will be
I can only learn to be confused
And so the day goes on
I’m just thirteen
It is the Tuesday of my life
People know me now
But not what I’ll be
I have begun to be confused
And so the day goes on
I’m twenty-three
It is the Wednesday of my life
People know me all too well
And what I’ve become
It’s never too late to be confused
And so the day goes on
I’m fifty-one
It is the Thursday of my life
It’s time I learn about myself
And look at what I’ve done
Now I learn and only look confused
And so the day goes on
I’m sixty-three
It is the Friday of my life
I know all there is to know
And have done all I have wanted
There is too much time to be confused
And so the day goes on
I’m seventy-five
It is the Saturday of my life
The days seem to last for weeks
But the night only fifteen minutes long
And when I wake, I’m confused
And so the day goes on
I’m ninety-two
It is the Sunday of my life
No more prayers to save
And soon I will be gone
There is no reason I should be confused
And so the night has come
(I wrote this about 20 years ago. New material coming soon.)