Quietly Watching

I’m just quietly sitting watching Through a younger man’s eyes. You wouldn’t know if you looked For my brain’s there in disguise. It’s wearing the body of one Who’s of a much greater age, Trying to understand how It arrived at this stage. I’m my mind I’m much younger, Twenty one or even twenty two, But these days it’s not as easy To do things I could once easily do. My yesterday’s have outnumbered The tomorrow’s there are to come, But I’ve been so lucky I suppose, I’ve lived much longer than some. With old age there’s an acceptance, Each breath is just one more on the way To the completion of a journey that Ends with that unavoidable dying day. So, I’m sat here enjoying my coffee As I’m watching the world go by And I’ve made the adjustment to See it through an older man’s eye. I’ll be back here tomorrow If that’s the way that it goes , It’s one of those thing in life That nobody ever knows.