Old School Blues

Pass on through the years, age has steady gripped my soul Worn and weary are my fears, as I'm calmly growing old How long will I still trod along, as the years will soon unfold Seen the trials and tribulations, as it yearns to vex my mind Feel my youth disintegrating, and my brain starts to unwind Can't seek for a future, that's becoming hard to find Wars a raging physical, and my bones begin to ache Heart and blood ain't the same, body slowly feels the quake As long as I'm still treading years, this is what I still intake Generations moving on, birthing future sets of men Views are vastly different, their indulgence I condemn Wisdom's my companion, experience my only friend Looking on to rest in peace, only bed I'll lay my head Planning for my last respect, having little fear or dread Only thing I wonder 'bout, who will inherit my stead