Sixty-eight

Sixty-eight

written by: Flash

 

I sit and sip and ponder
Just what will I do today
Another year has just gone past
Old age is on its way
Somehow I just don’t feel it
At least not in my heart
My poor old bod’s another thing
It feels like some old fart
Each day that passes leaves me
Ever grateful for the way
My path has ever wandered
Finding new and pleasant play
I strive to learn some new thing
To be better than before
And time keeps slipping faster
So I’d best be out the door
I’ve wondrous things to do and see
My love to entertain
To sit and watch the sunrise
Maybe listen to the rain
A chipmunk digs a hole outside
Deer prancing on our lawn
A feather drifting on the breeze
Birds singing with the dawn
I may be moving slower
At the things I need to do
But let me tell you brother
I’m still standing, how ‘bout you?