Oldfoot

When I was young
this was much older
I'm now a bit smarter
then I was bolder

Didn't worry what would happen
or what I was gonna do
my toes they were a tappin
now I just tie my shoe

When I used to walk around
I moved like I was flowin
now if I have to go
I wonder why I goin

If I can make it to 80
will these days look good?
maybe then just maybe
I'll be thankful to have stood
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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