Old men at seventeen?
Who told you I am old?

Gray hair now outset and flow
There must be thousands of them still to show
Wrinkled skin, smothered glow
But I can still dance and make it a go
I have no time to count years of my life
What I wanted to do, to give the best of my side
Want to fly high and see the stars go by
Want to wear my old jeans and take my bike
Until I decided to take a hike
I might be a little slow
But I can still make it and give it a blow
I’m seventy but still feels like seventeen
So many things that I have seen
Too many things that I want to be in
I’m seventy but still feels like seventeen
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