One of the worst
Parts of growing old
Is realizing the whys
Why this not that
Why where and when
And what and who
Things that roll forward
And then back slowly
Like the surf exposing
The shells of memory
One of the worst
Parts of growing old
Is realizing the whys
Why this not that
Why where and when
And what and who
Things that roll forward
And then back slowly
Like the surf exposing
The shells of memory