Aged

Stepping over the tumble weed Overgrowing the garden path Looking back age 45 and half With 50 firmly transfixed in my sights I am left to ponder Where did it all go right I say in jest and wish Because reality speaks a different truth Whence gazing upon the features reflecting in the mirror Forgive me Father for i have sinned A thousand times each and every day I never could have imagined this growing up as kid Asked then what I wanted to be when I grew up I very much doubt this would have been my answer But here I stand before you today This is older grown up me And all that remains the same For that innocent boy child Is the Name My Parents gave unto me