Should I Live To Be Old

This is my epitaph to my youth. Should I live to be old? By Stanley Russell Harris The new mad author Should I live to be old? Pass my three score years and ten. I wonder how long I will live. Knowing I cannot be young again. I cannot play in the Spinney. Cowboys and Indians true. As there are no cap pistols! Or bows and arrows too. No longer am I innocent. About the ways of life! As now I’ve been married fifty years. And only had one wife. I also have a daughter. I worship and adore. She has charmed me with a grandson. With a computer and a Xbox, which he cannot ignore. Oh to be young and innocent. Just for another day. To visit that old Spinney. Where I learnt to play.