I recently discovered I might be an old man,
Iím not sure when it all started or even when it began,
Itís worse than that because I think Iím only twenty,
Places to go, things to do and my time is plenty.
I think it was a photograph that gave me a clue,
A digital one Marion took way back in 2002,
I sure look like an old man - someone way past his prime,
-- Definitely not the young guy trying to make this rhyme.
I have to keep telling myself that Iím an old man,
Canít go off on adventures to Iraq or the Sudan,
Canít go to war because they wont let me be involved,
Discrimination for sure and my problems not solved.
Canít remember when or how my hair turned so gray,
And much of it fell out somewhere along the way,
But itís worse than that; Iíd like to do it once more,
Better, smarter, faster because I now know the score,
And leave sure smiles on at least a hundred faces,
Many memories and laugher with no disgraces,
The people and the places and the things I would do,
My imagination runs wild; do I know you?