O' My Youth

Gone! Taken in the night Stolen, stripped, usurped What word could describe this treachery Oh Yes, the warnings came But I never considered the possibility That it could be lost while held so tight Even as I closed my eyes it was there The thief, I'm sure, is most pleased How cruel can one stranger be How cruel of life That other wise I wouldn't know If not for when I stand My back and knees say so There are those I suspect of this heinousness The new kids at work, it seems With all the pep that I once possessed Surely it was them! But could it be, my own children? After all, They did at first insist With their music screaming And me complaining Turn it down, It's too loud! Where is that wisdom that I've heard That comes from all the things we've seen Foul! this thief made off with that I'm just as simple as I ever been Except, now I don't recover as well From slips and trips and stairs and steps And I hear it's only going to get worse Say the folks that had warned me first And as for the years I watch Will keep on coming Just like a thief