Glad not coming in the park is the fuzz,

Am I showing my age, I am old that’s cuz,

Takin’ a hit, my new Proto pipe, yes it does…

Its hell to smoke and write like less than a dope,

Oh my, head rush, remember those?

Damn I feel as if I am sliding down a slope without a rope…

Wish it was a few hundred years back,

When I was young, washing down acid with Jack,

Wash it all down with a beer, then a hit of hash,

Set we were through the winter with all that stash…J

           *Ah, for the good ole’ days*

                  © ed J 12/1/07