Life's toll, has taken its toll!
What is, the cost of living daily?
Toll of mind, body and soul.
Toll cannot be measured!
Once full of life, a mere tadpole, a searchin' for form.
Mind's a fillin' to capacity, so much to learn!
Soul forms, with all new experiences.
Girls, cars, I want it all!
College, marriage, children, grandchildren.
Bills, bills, bills, pay, pay, pay!
Where did, 40 years go?
All seems a blur!
Reminiscing a getting harder to do, minds not what it once was!
Was it worth the ride?
Never questioned the journey, seems . . . illogical!
The toll of life is real, but cannot be seen.
Not so true. We look in a mirror, "that can't be me!"
I feel as I did when I was young, with a lifetime, from a lifetime, inside, my soul my mind!
As I limp, drag, and walk away, I feel a lifetime, where time has taken a mighty toll!
I plop down into my favorite companion of many a year, my, not lazy, but tired old man recliner, sculptured by time, my newest dog, of, so many, I can no longer remember, hops in my lap, we're down for a nap!
I could complain, it'd fill many a covers, oh is there still books to read today? I've gone the way of print, in a world full of gadgets, I don't need, nor understand anyway!!!!
Has the world changed, for the good, or bad? Ask any old-uns, they'll say the same.
Once life was a shiny new metal toy on Christmas day. I still have that toy. It reminds me of me. See here, once a bright red Fireman's Truck. It become a symbol, the reflection of me, maybe 20 years ago, pert-nert I'd, say! Rust set in, slowly ate it away! That's me. I wanna be cremated with my Fire Truck. Only seem a proper, least wise to me anyway.
"I'VE USED A WORD A MANY A TIMES, THAT SOUNDS A LOT LIKE, AND RHYMES WITH TRUCK! I'LL BE JUST LIKE, MY RUSTED TRUCK REAL SOON IN THAT BIG OVEN. RUST AND DUST!!!!!!"