Facing Fifty
Fifty
Half a century
Less on my head
More on my behind
Less ahead, more behind,
Talking about my walk
Years, tears, fears
Seriously contemplating the
end
Thinking about my friends
Where they are?
Near or far?
Mourning mom and dad
The best I had
Understanding what really
matters
Love, family, righteousness
Some bitter bones underneath
A couple of crappy teeth
Haven't gotten it all figured
out
Got a little doubt
Only believe what I see with
my eyes
Learned to be a little wise
Damn certain the government
lies
I could say a whole lot for
sure
Hope I make fifty more
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