You are getting old now, you need to keep mind fresh,

Although, still, in your older years your blistered feet find old ways,

You pass hedgerows, briar’s, dissapear around sharp corners,

Of the places you once used to know.

Maybe you were a bit simple?

Or maybe full of innocent guile?

And your old dry lips are, now too old, too chapped for kissing.

But can you remember the songs we all used to sing,

In the summer fields, so cavalier and careless,

Singing to the beauty of a brand new summers day,

So the beautiful sunlight and the wonderful birds,

Still keep you mind skillful and cunning,

As you sit under a tree you think the sweetest poetry,

Brilliantly formed, crying from every roof,

The spirit my friend is still the same,

The body, is a traitor, a traitor to youth.