Sunday, October 18, 2015
Looked through a notebook, found these verses I composed last year
What can we say? When
we’ve used up all the words
we speak of honour and faith
and then we draw our swords.
Young man, believe what you’ve been told,
it is not easy growing old.
But there’s one thing that keeps me young.
Yeah, it’s that old time rock’n’roll.
We’re in the fall of our lives now.
Soon the winter snows will come.
I look into your eyes and know
the journey’s done & I’ve come home.