When I get old

*this is not done yet

Some day I will be old and gray,
Maybe I'll walk with a cane
I hope I laugh and carry on
with that humor age allows

some day I will be old and gray,
Telling people about yesterday
and when my family comes to me
Oh what fun those times will be



Some day I'll be old and gray
sitting on the porch one day

WIP

Just another work in progess. maybe never to be finished.

two paths once crossed
a life was made
two paths went on their separate ways

So many years of life has gone
so many years that life has grown

Our separate ways that we went
so little did I know
later we would meet

13 years I kept my word
let you go