Vision In White
White socks, white t-shirt, white jockeys
A vision in white to behold
The epitome of a sad lonely senior
Trying hard not to get old
Riding his bike three times a day
Hoping to become an adonis
Sure hate to disillusion this dear old soul
With great intensity, he's dauntless
Not wanting to destroy this dream of his
To again be a hit with the girlies
Poor old soul, he's living in a dreamworld
Of days when his teeth were pearly
Sadly, we're all bound to be there one day
Why can't we forever be young
Running through fields with a sweet young thing
Those days I'm afraid are all done
White socks, white t-shirt, white jockeys
A vision of sadness to behold
Clinging to life, trying to turn back time
Mind's young but the body is old
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
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