I can see my own reflection from the words upon the page.
Everything I have written is in some way about my age.
In earliest lines I wrote about my youth and fun and games
With kids from childhood, now I no longer know their names...
Hang on more tightly each year like to a book long overdue;
You've had it so long it seems to have become a part of you.
The road is rough if you live long enough to travel your share.
There's some nice scenery but it's also treacherous out there...
I'm at a crossroad on the freeway, there are crashes every day;
So many curves and hills, only a young man can find his way.
Someone slip me a year or two and I'll stay out on the road.
Give me the years and somehow I will manage to carry the load...
Hey, Mr Philosopher, can you tell the beginning from the end?
We turn back to our childhood as old age waits around the bend.
Embarrassing as it is, our minds are filled with empty spaces.
Way too many of us elderly have vacant smiles upon our faces...
