Wasted Years

Some lives are like a half empty glass

With cracks, breaks and leaks

Broken families with a broken past

And God – their future reeks 

As they wait for all those scars to heal

That Destiny delivered so rough

Their hearts become stone; their minds become steel

It's life – what made them tough

Their final destination secured at birth

And waiting now, in a queue

For that’s what they feel, their life is worth

To live, for it’s the thing to do

To compare, to envy, to try and outdo others,

To them real happiness would bring

And they wait to fill their half empty glass

But forget to do the living

And one day, they find true happiness

Real peace, waiting, lying,

And then discover the glass is broken

Leaving them lonely, dying

So they go with a footnote, appended to their grave

Stained and drenched with tears

No scars to show, no wounds to heal

Just a life, of wasted years