The tides of life forever shifting, lifting, then falling, flowing out to sea
I ride the magic mystery ship, slipping in and out of many a reverie
Sometimes storm tossed, lost amid life's flotsam and jetsam days
Trying to stay warm, harming nothing, no one, playing life as it lays....
Sands falling slowly in life's hourglass, pass through, onward bound
The grains leave no sound, 'round midnight all have fallen to the ground
I must keep in motion lest oceans of my own worries drag me down
Keep on smiling, styling myself as self-made with no need to ever frown....
Others might ascertain a plain soft-spoken person in my demeanor shown
They may even think I live on the brink inside my empty head all alone
Truth is I have no clue, I just do that which seems proper at the proper time
Then write it all down, shake it around, trying to turn reason into rhyme....
I grow tired of adding time on top of time, piling up the few remaining years
Took me a lifetime to gather them, rather slowly shifting into lower gears
To enable me to climb even the slightest incline, if it be my inclination
And now, each and every day my body reacts to the slightest perturbation.....
In the here and now I offer a token bow to education which I was force-fed
Being self-inflated 'tho somewhat dated, I consider myself to be well bred
I'm far from wealthy, somewhat healthy, at least that's what my doctor said
In the main, I don't complain, considering life a bit better than being dead....
