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

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