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Another Year

Another Year

Years within my wallet.
years are all I've got.

I've spent myself a fortune,
but that's better than to not.

I've bought myself some sadness,
some smiles, and some pain.

I've spent it all on sunshine,
and yet indebted by the rain.

I never count the dimes
in my wallet that remain,
for he who counts his blessings
is cursed by what he gains.

Years within my wallet,
I've paid and I have paid...
Store to store I've traveled,
those stores have gone and stayed.

And what's left inside my pockets,
a few years and cotton'd lint.

I'm thankful for what's left
AND for what's been spent.