Oh to be young again
Starting off in life
A rugged individual
Full of hope, free of strife
The eccentricity of middle life
A middle aged hippy
Trying to make sense of life
Until I now sit and smile
I haven’t changed at all
I still find life a joy
An adventure all the while
When I explain it to the young
They labelled me senile
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