My “Ode” To Old
4-15-2024 Tommy Entrican)
I am not sure when it happened to me
Perhaps ‘twas the first kittle twinge in my knee
Holed up in my box and sans any gold
In America they call this “just getting old”
I knew I would tire, stop burning both ends
But I did not sign up for a life of Depends
With my atrophied brain now covered in mold
While gone are the patrons I used to call old
With a limp and a cane I wobble side to side
Should trouble break out, I am too slow to hide
As I trek up the stairs to my blessed home
To the whispers of young ones; “Man that dude’s old”
It is alright though, I did have my days
It seemed as though time would not let me age
Though wrinkles grow slow, the canvas has told
The rest of the world that I have grown old
Now tomorrow is always another day
Till suddenly fewer are coming your way
All that you have as your story unfolds
Are the memories you’ll carry when you grow old
Before you are ready, my face you will see
In the mirror you’ll ask, is this really me?
Accept the Lord Jesus, and learn to behold
That one day you too, will grow to be old