Those Golden Years


It's said that growing old is just a part of life Truth be told I could do without the strife Could do without the wrinkles everywhere And cellulite it grows round my derriere Where is all the wisdom,I should now possess Instead I find my mind in some what of a mess No crown of white hair sits upon my head Only colors of a rainbow seem to grow instead What happened to my golden years Did they pass me by,where the heck was I Alas,It is just another fairy tale written on a page Those golden years are simply called old age
carolann crowley rewite 3/9/2012