When did it happen? I surely don’t know
But honestly it distresses me so.
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Certainly no one that looks like me!
I know that I don’t look at all like this guy.
This guy has a little bag under each eye.
I try grinning broadly, there’s a wrinkly smile
I wonder, has this face been here for a while?
It seems not long ago I was running five k’s
And just before that I was swinging away
At drives that sailed way down the fairway to greens
This aging thing seems to be just a bit mean.
My kids aren’t kids anymore, that’s for certain
And crawling with granddaughter leaves me a hurtin’
The long hikes with Elsa, our shepherd, are shorter
And when we get home, my legs feel like mortar.
Where is this guy that I used to know?
My wife must be wondering “Where did he go?”
Inside I still feel like her shining bright knight
But outside she may see a different sight.
So I am resolved to search high and low
I WILL find that guy that I used to know
And I will again run those five k races
So what if my sneaks are the kind without laces.
For at the end of the day, inside we must find
That one in a million, that one of a kind
It makes us the person we all want to be
The smiling young person we all used to see.
Happy Hunting, and keep on truckin’