(4/2/13)

The sun is out and the wind is blowing my way

I’m here in the park with my grandson today

There are some kids with which he found to play

But it was for a short time, for their mothers took them away.

So with him I played a game or two of tag, football and

“Steal the old man’s bacon” – he would run and I would just fake it.

We walked over to the exercise course, but those were built

For a strong young horse.

Not even one push up or pull up could I do, I felt so ashamed

And didn’t know what to do.

I thought I was one active young 69 – “man oh man”

I sure am blind! ( ha- ha)

I do look young for my age and I feel like a very young man!

But who am I fooling? It’s just my scam.

I can still walk o.k. and jog a little

If you give me some of your cats “tender vittles” (ha-ha)

All of us will look back at our younger years and try to hide our inner fears

Of when you can no longer do it like you did before

Because time has closed that door.

Now the clouds are starting to roll in, and I’ll leave this park with a grin.

And think of how a grandfather played with his grandson

And I wasn’t the only one.

There are others sitting on the benches watching their

Grandchildren play.

When you get old! This becomes the way!

© L . RAMS