Custer's Last Stand

No more need to really ever stare Rarely see a lady fair Gone are days when to be was bold You Eyed them all But now we're old Funny how the years flew by Same white clouds Same blue sky Just see with eyes And aging bones The babes pass by Now they have their hand held phones And when this fair sex passes by I always smile My age a lie Other men may sit and frown For me old age Won't let me down I'll never ever be a sage But never write a final page An active life Can bury rage