I said once that you're not old til you're 72.
I meant it then, it felt so far away.
But look at us, each year fleeting
I want this moment, here and now, to stay.
I know, because I talk to God, that years are man-made
He told me this life's not the end and you and I
Have eons after all this mortal to love, to be,
to watch our tenth-great grandkids learn and try.
Yet here we all are, around the campfire
up the canyon of my youth
Cooking, laughing, singing Les Mis
And I'm still fighting the age-old truth...
...Of time...
Must We Grow Old?
I meant it then, it felt so far away.
But look at us, each year fleeting
I want this moment, here and now, to stay.
I know, because I talk to God, that years are man-made
He told me this life's not the end and you and I
Have eons after all this mortal to love, to be,
to watch our tenth-great grandkids learn and try.
Yet here we all are, around the campfire
up the canyon of my youth
Cooking, laughing, singing Les Mis
And I'm still fighting the age-old truth...
...Of time...
Must We Grow Old?
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