Age
I recall the times
I'd dance on life's delicate toes,
Always believing
The faster I'd live, the more of living I would know -
The divine dove of fearless youth
Was right beside me all the way,
That is until, out of the blue
That fickle friend just up and flew away -
There's always a time to play
And a time to rest,
Lately it's the latter
I enjoy the best -
These days my old pals and I
Can't make it so late drinking from the wild-well,
We end up sleeping all the next day
And feeling like hell -
I used to like
Riding bulls and raising cain,
Driving back roads day and night
And camping out in the rain -
I had my own special ways
And unique charms,
Born riding a horse
And working on a farm -
But, as with all of life
Everything has to change,
There's not one element in any of it
That forever remains the same -
So now I'm a bit less special
And have far fewer charms,
Mostly these days just enjoy thinking gentle in my head
And doing simple work with my two old arms -
A good thought
And a good days work,
Help to heal livings pains
And lifes hurts -
So yea, youth has flown the coop...
It's sad but true;
Honestly though in more ways than one
Age could just be the best thing to ever happen,
for me, and for you -
poem by Smoky Hoss
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