I've thought it over and I've decided
That I'm tired of getting older
My mind returns to days of yore
When I was young and bolder.
These days I stop and analyze
I cogitate and agonize
I'm much more prone to compromise
It's rather disappointing......
So from this day as I go forward
I'm turning back the clock
To my days of tie dyed t-shirts
Lazy days listening to rock.
I'll drift through days
Inside my haze
And through the maze
Of life's last years I'll drift.....
Take care,
Sherry