Old

Getting On…

Old

Old

I feel it now
Getting old
I feel now how
It’s…not all gold

I feel it more
Since yesterday
I’d rather stay
Than go ’n' play

It’s not so bad
Don’t get me wrong
I’m really glad
I’ve lived this long

I travelled ‘round
By thumb 'n' car
Slept under bridges
In Florida

My pal Hohner
Tagging along
We’re always kissing
When blues come on

Been to rehab
Eyes wide open
We’re all in a struggle
We’re all a bit broken

I got to see
Niagara Falls
I got to hear
The lovebird call

I sweetly weeped
Obama’s win
And lived to see
Him win again

I feel it now
Growing old
All my memories
Just pure gold

Bill MacEachern August 9, 2023

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Old age sure ain't for sissies. I love these words, as they are very much inline with my own thoughts on the subject. Indeed, the memories of life's long road are pure gold. We might not be able to climb tall trees anymore, but we sure can relish the memories of when we could.

[Bill MacEachern]

Thank you very much Samuel, and yes, no need to climb tall trees when we’re on the top of life!

[John the Baptist]

I'm old, too. Old enough to remember Ike and Stevenson. One good thing about aging, though. It means you're still vertical.

[Bill MacEachern]

Thank you fellow old fellow!