Too bad, how sad

[AlexBailey]

Every wine passes it’s prime
It has to be opened at the right time
Too soon and the acids sour the palate
Too late and the richest complexity is spent, it gets lost
Becomes a has been that never was
Too bad, how sad
You blew it dad

An acorn splits, sends up a shoot
To the sky it goes
Limbs grow strong, leaves grow thick
Up and out it grows
One day it will have had enough
It’s growing time is through
Too bad, how sad
That’s what it had to do

You can build a mighty temple
Or a castle, or a house
With bricks and stones, sticks and beams
Or for that matter anything else
One day it’ll lay in ruins
Or maybe leave no trace
Too bad, how sad
You have to live some place

You can have your family
You can fall in love
You can have your children
Do the things you’re dreaming of
It’s kind of like a house of cards
Or a castle in the sand
Too bad, how sad
It’s hard to stand sometimes