I was watching small children the other day
climbing trees and wrestling at their innocent play
Like young warriors both fearless and bold
and I wondered when I started getting old

I remember one time when I was young and free
looking at the world from the top of a tree
Sitting and thinking on a thick oak tree limb
that I owned the world and all that was within

Catching a fish that was as big as my arm
believing that no one could ever do harm
My only fear was finding a young beauty
who wished to kiss me because girls had cooties

No one loved me more than my Mom
who always had a soft lap to sit upon
The days were all warm then and never were cold
and still I wonder when I got old

I am older now and things have all changed
I now have a job and bills to arrange
I have a car, insurance and home
and now and again I have aches in my bones

I am now much older I have no time for fun
I now lack the energy to play and to run
But one thing I still know as old as I be
that age makes no difference,my Mom still loves me