Some Might Think Me Old

Some really might think me old… and maybe I would surely be

But in my head I feel all right, and my heart full of jubilee.

My mind races on… thinking of what next, I could possibly do…

Perhaps, if you came with me, on this journey of life, you could too.

Yes, some might possible think me old… but not if they could see

The beating heart that needs excitement… or it cannot be.

Life is a journey to me… and I do not need a lot of rest along the way.

I just need my love to go with me… on to the very last day.

There are exciting things to think on, poems to build, and creeks to cross.

All things pertaining to the heart and sure n suffer no loss.

There’s always a story to tell, another new hill to climb… a new year.

Answering the hearts call… most every time, will fill us with cheer.

I do not say bring back the days of old… I already lived them then…

Just go with me my love… and one sweet day we'll go around the bend.

Time and tide waits for none… so let our hearts flutter even more

As we build a life together the rest of the way... to Gods own shore.

Maybe the body gets old; I do not know for sure, I live inside my heart…

I will always be alive in my spirit, if you will with me, never part.

Let my notions run free… write all things of value… clear and free

Then maybe no one would think me old, but see the free spirit inside of me.