I told myself it can't be done since I'm so close to setting sun
So I won't try, what would be the use with old Time on the run
If I stayed home and let things pass, I should be most content
I'll return all things I've borrowed and collect what I have lent.....
Don't come to me with thoughts of trips, they are now but a dream
I might slip and fall and break a hip...hand me the analgesic cream
So that I may ease the aches of creaking joints and arthritic hands
From now on, movies and books will take me to foreign lands....
I will sit here on my porch and ponder things for a handful of years
I am only looking at my situation in life as it now appears
There's an old rusty padlock attached to the gate of my desires
And my El Camino is sitting on blocks with a set of rotten tires....
Nil desperandum, in another twenty years I might change my mind
It isn't as if there is any contract or agreement I have signed
I might decide to gambol and caper as I once did as a kid
Might want to climb El Capitan...after all, at twenty, I did.....
There are those that say I am not too old to have a little bit of fun
That my life can be lived and enjoyed up until the dying's done
But they don't know that every day minor thrills do come my way
Like when I sit on the porch and watch birds and squirrels at play....
What more could a man ask than to be at peace with himself
No longer battling the world at large for a place of power or pelf
I will do as I wish inside the parameters of law and of health
And count friends and peace of mind as signs of my wealth.....
