My Track

Is my life now on a single track

Until my eventual demise prevails

Can I no longer do silly things

Am I too old to go off the rails

To climb a tree or loudly sing

Though I know I’m out of tune

To old to make the best of life

To live in a frustrated strife

So no I’m not too bloody old

To travel down a different track

I’ll run and shout and I’ll be bold

I will refuse to accept I’m old

For just as each night 

Up comes the moon

I’ll just give everything a go 

For the end may come to soon