When I Feel Old

Alas, my clock just never lies Nor can it stop the time that flies Through moments, hours, then into days. Then months and years pass in a haze. Now when I’m feeling tired and old, When my blood is running cold, I reach for precious memory And suddenly you’re here with me. We talk about so many things And suddenly my heart has wings That let me fly. I’m feeling young With many songs still to be sung And many dreams for me to reach. Now life has lessons still to teach. The morning’s just a night away And I still have a role to play.