I feel my age, and look it too,
I love to spend time writing you
About the weather or the news
That doesn’t always suit your views.
I don’t go out much, so have time
to ponder all the days when I’m
most happy as I go my way —
Although some days may pass real slow.
When evening comes, I yearn for bed,
To have a pillow ‘neath my head
And dreams to aid my need to have
adventures, while I rest.
Then soon the night is over and
it’s time to face a new
day in the line of them that started
oh so many years ago.
My routine doesn’t change a lot–
I read, I walk, I exercise,
And hope today some person will
See me, a smile upon my face,
And know they too can run the race