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