Another year past, My Birthday just gone,
Once Dashing and Young,
now covering the bald patch
that once wasnt there.
My Marriage has gone, the children too,
Im left with the memories plus balding head too,
Confidance fades as the years pass by
Comb it this way comb it that,
try to cover what I lack.
Look in the mirrer and what do I see?
Nothing like what I use to be.
I venture out just once a week
a drink with the boys is all I seek.
A Lady happens to pass me by
a spring in her step and a gleam in her eye.
She seems to be interested ,
should i give it a try?
to few the chances to let pass me by.
So bear this in mind when your chance comes along
seize it with both hand dont let is pass,
the one chance you have may well be your last.