Time
Eighteen years of wild youth
and I moved forward in search of life's truths.
Suddenly, I was twenty one
and there was nothing that could not be done;
reality set in round twenty five
and life seemed a struggle just to survive.
Thirty slipped and slid around the corner
my generation thought we were surely goners,
but life moved on quick and fast
and suddenly forty years had passed.
So much yet to come, things to do and places to see
when fifty years were lost upon the breeze
and awakened by the passing joy and tears
I looked back in time, some sixty years.
Retired now, social security retrieved
spent thru seventy, can you believe?
So much to do, the future still waits,
on the edge of tempting fate.
Eighty lies on the horizon
and I find I'm compromising
just a little more time
as life begins to unwind.
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