Years later...

I once wondered where you and I would be years later. I once had the answer for that question. Quite enough. I saw you today. And I hate the way you are now. You seem not being good any little. Old. Tired. Tough life, with wife and child, rite? I hate it more that your wife seems just not care enough for your image. How can I see other way? How should a man like you wear dark costume with white loafer, on stage? I hate it seeing you not the way you were once. Are you happy now? I just wonder...