I miss being young
my life spread out before me
like a four-lane Texas highway
that never ends
laughter on my tongue
trouble would ignore me
my parents still alive
good times with all my friends
appreciating stillness
never fearing illness
looking toward the future
with every youthful breath
now I am an old man
doing everything I can
to try not to think about
my upcoming death
I miss being young
hitchhiking by the roadside
flirting with the girls
being one of the boys
climbing every rung
joy was never denied
taking every opportunity
to make a joyful noise
appreciating friendship
not having to defend it
experiencing freedom
with a song inside my heart
now I am an old man
fighting to understand
the meaning of my life
and why I must depart
no need for excuses
no reason and no rhyme
now I just feel useless
and I need some more time
I miss being young
searching for a companion
hunting for adventure
I never was afraid
always having fun
I never felt abandoned
I never had regrets
for the decisions I have made
summers in the sunshine
I never feared the bad times
I never thought there'd come a day
when my songs would all be sung
now I am an old man
and I do not give a damn
somehow I still feel hopeful
like my life has just begun
I still want tomorrow
I miss being young
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