Seventy-Seven

Seventy-Seven The faster you go The rounder you get And time flies on by On the wings of a jet The birthdays pile up Like old dreams on the table I’ll check em’ all out just As soon as I’m able It’s fun to reflect on things back in the day When I was much younger And devoted to play I dream about folks Both bubbas and sistahs With hair now tinged silver For misses and misters And their still in my life After all of these years They hang with me always Through fun times and tears So I’ll celebrate, no matter the age I’ll look forward to living And turning the page...