A youthful lad walked a head of me;
_____I could only see his back.
I tried to keep apace with him;
_____‘Cause I could only see his back.
I hurried along the best I could
_____But I could only see his back.
A ribbed t-shirt, a muscular frame;
_____Still I could only see his back.
His legs looked strong ‘neath fitted shorts
_____But I could only see his back.
The man’s tussled hair was neatly moussed;
_____Yet I could only see his back.
My hair’s now gray—his a healthy brown
_____But I could only see his back.
My gait’s wobbly his strong and brisk;
_____Still I could only see his back.
He stopped to cross; me right behind
_____But I could only see his back.
I wished I was once again young like him
_____But I could only see his back.
I poked him so he’d turn a round;
_____I had to see his face.
But as I turned I saw my face—
_____There is no turning back.
"The Circle of Life"...well done Regis!
Carole~
Be always safe,
Karen
The message it all has to send.
Chip Bergeron