When we are young, we just don't understand,
That life is something which we should treasure,
We hold the world in the palm of our hand,
And we think that youth will last forever.
As a child I loved going out to play,
And knowing that the world was at my feet,
And I didn't think that I'd see the day,
That doctors almost daily I would greet.
Oh to be that young and naive again,
Wild and free, when the world was one's oyster,
To once more be at that youthful age when,
About one's life, one still had a choice, sir.
But as time goes by, choices disappear,
Along with one's youth and vigor and drive,
And it becomes harder year by year,
To keep trudging on, and to work and strive.
But life teaches us as we grow older,
That slowly we lose our vitality,
And as our autumn years grow colder,
We often think of our mortality.
Life may have been one hell of a ride,
And many a song we may have sung,
But sadly old age retires our pride,
And we seem weak in the eyes of the young.
Of course it's nothing to be ashamed of,
And in due course it happens to us all,
But we'd all rather be young and in love,
Than just a name on some aged home's roll call.
And sadly what happens to those of us,
Who for some reason can't afford to pay,
For the carers who over us will fuss,
Or for people to pass the time of day?
If I die, my love, and leave you alone,
I do hope it's not on a day like this,
When the autumn wind chills you to the bone,
Not nice when there's a much loved one you miss.
Copyright ⓒ Chris Ryall 2012