Old
Old
Old
I feel it now
Getting old
I feel now how
It’s…not all gold
I feel it more
Since yesterday
I’d rather stay
Than go ’n' play
It’s not so bad
Don’t get me wrong
I’m really glad
I’ve lived this long
I travelled ‘round
By thumb 'n' car
Slept under bridges
In Florida
My pal Hohner
Tagging along
We’re always kissing
When blues come on
Been to rehab
Eyes wide open
We’re all in a struggle
We’re all a bit broken
I got to see
Niagara Falls
I got to hear
The lovebird call
I sweetly weeped
Obama’s win
And lived to see
Him win again
I feel it now
Growing old
All my memories
Just pure gold
Bill MacEachern August 9, 2023
Copyright © Bill Maceachern | Year Posted 2023
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