We Are The Old Folks Now

Do we blame our age for our slower ways

Seems gray hairs are everywhere these days

Covering up some only makes some look silly

We are what we were, just not quite as long

Now with a hip twitch we miss the whole brake

The best time to meet the neighbors isn’t the grocery isle

Its the middle of Main street parked just visiting a while

When our Good Half rings up we pick up their text or call

To the young ones we are just made out of stone and ice

Yet I have learned life can be a blessing with a little faith

T.R. Savage