Sometimes Wrong Numbers Are The Right Numbers

Sometimes There Is Only One Thing Left To Say, P. S. I Love You.

I'm Trying To Make Some Sense Out Of The Phrase "everything Happens For A Reason," And I Think I've Figured Out What The Reason Is - To Pissed Me Off.

Always A Chancer, Always Lucky, He'd Fall Into A River And Come Out Dry, With Fish In His Pockets.

Our Life Is Made Up Of Time; Our Days Are Measured In Hours, Our Pay Measured By Those Hours, Our Knowledge Is Measured By Years. We Grab A Few Quick Minutes In Our Busy Day To Have A Coffee Break. We Rush Back To Our Desks, We Watch The Clock, We Live By Appointments. And Yet Your Time Eventually Runs Out And You Wonder In Your Heart Of Hearts If Those Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months, Years And Decades Were Being Spent The Best Way They Possibly Could. In Other Words, If You Could Change Anything, Would You?

Yesterday Was A Closed Book, Tomorrow, However, Was Another Story.