Twenty four…
It’s just a number
Except that it’s
Anything but
Just a number
 
It’s full of should have been
And could have been
And why didn’t you do
All the things you were
Supposed to do
 
So much potential
Wasted on a girl 
Who is never on time
Who is always behind
 
Who is out of place,
Lines starting to show
Too many 5 am nights
Her martini, now a foe
 
No husband to speak of
Or anything close
Will she ever find love
Not with her wining and woes
 
Kids… well that’s interesting
Never in a million years
Did she think this could be
A problem or something to fear
 
You’re almost to 30
Then you can’t bare
Without complications
My god, don’t you care?
 
To have a baby by 30
Well I must prepare
Marry the next guy
Who seems a decent pair
 
Maybe it’s just realizing
Life isn’t fair
You only get one chance
And if you blow it beware
At twenty four you’ll realize
You don’t have a prayer