Wolf Songs

Next year sixty-five will come and you will be on your own My tenure will be up I aim to hike the west with my canine companion My hair is lengthy, softest grey My hands are sheathed in leather gloves Worn to perfection Next year sixty-five will reach you, all of this will end Our lifelong contract has expired I have nothing more to spend All my life I’ve dreamed to walk Desert canyons call my name Wolf songs ring my ear I’ll leave you to be old and mean Its not a good combination Maybe nurses will see you through Or a neighbor that doesn’t know you I will never see you again My camp will be far away. I never needed what you had I don’t know why I stayed You rocked me, haunted me but now I free I’m going my merry way.