Pressing On
Got up at five
Went to bed by nine
Whoever said?
We age like wine
Moving foreword
Pressing on
Remembering my youth
Those days are gone
A little wiser
Hair peppered gray
Full head of hair
Back in the day
Can’t turn around
Can’t change what's passed
As an avalanche
Time’s moving fast
Seasons of life
Fall is here
Winter in sight
Approaching near
Raising my glass
A shot of whiskey
Here’s to me
I’ll soon be fifty
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