Age

I recall the times I'd dance on life's delicate toes, Always believing The faster I'd live, the more of living I would know - The divine dove of fearless youth Was right beside me all the way, That is until, out of the blue That fickle friend just up and flew away - There's always a time to play And a time to rest, Lately it's the latter I enjoy the best - These days my old pals and I Can't make it so late drinking from the wild-well, We end up sleeping all the next day And feeling like hell - I used to like Riding bulls and raising cain, Driving back roads day and night And camping out in the rain - I had my own special ways And unique charms, Born riding a horse And working on a farm - But, as with all of life Everything has to change, There's not one element in any of it That forever remains the same - So now I'm a bit less special And have far fewer charms, Mostly these days, just enjoy thinking gentle in my head And doing simple work with my two old arms - A good thought And a good days work, Help to heal livings pains And lifes hurts - So yea, youth has flown the coop... It's sad but true; Honestly though in more ways than one Age could just be the best thing to ever happen, for me, and for you -