THERE WAS A TIME…

There was a time which was                                                                                                 Much better lived than told                                                                                       There was a time we were much younger then                                                         And growing up held  more sway than growing old                                              And then one day all that growing was done                                                          And the long slide down that                                                                          Imaginary hill had begun…

I’ve slid, lost my hat, what’s worse, I’ve gotten fat,                                                But if, at the end of it all, I could choose,
I’d say it’s been a good slide; I’d go again-
Through every bump and cut and bruise.
And I still reminisce now, of life back then.