Sometimes we do things we regret,
So we start singing solo instead of duet,
As we grow older, we realize a thing or two,
What was a maybe, or a guess, became very true,
The question – is older means wiser or smarter?
Can wisdom and experience be traded or bartered?
Does pride vanity and conceit padding ones ego,
Turn into an enemy what used to be an amigo,
You can bend and hide behind the tall fences,
Eventually there will be inevitable consequences