It’s Hard To Get Old

You can die young, or get old and watch everyone you know die. It’s a crummy choice, and insult to injury, the choice is made for you, anyway. Everyone works it out as best they can. 

I can hear you calling my name

Or somebody’s whispering

That sounds like you

I can see you standing in the shade

The sun is glistening

And it’s blinding my view

I can feel your touch on my face

I remember kissing you

For the first time

I can sense you just out of fray

And I’ll be reminiscin’

For the rest of my life

Never loved anyone

I never loved anybody

But you Baby

Never been lucky baby

I never bet winners

But I’ll never say never again