Eight Years Old

Eight Years Old I’m eight years old, nearly nine But I’ll never get there There’s not enough time I’m delinquent, a youth Trapped in an old body I’d still love a trainset Though I am a fuddy duddy. Clothes at Christmas, but I feel slightly miffed I wanted a gadget For my Christmas gift. New headphones, or A new guitar, set drums You’re right it’s really bazar. My wife understands She married a boy Who has grey hair And prefers a toy I’m sixty-four next month It seems unreal Fifty-eight years older Than I feel David Cox 02/01/2023