©2011 Robert Willey
Get it? Ages 55-70, like the allowed highway speed limit? This is about beginning to notice one's body starting to wear out, while gaining some degree of wisdom and peace...
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The car is wearing out, but it gets me where I need to go
It's scratched and has some dents but I don't mind
One hundred fifty thousand miles is a long long way to go
Drove me to the speed limit years.
The fan rattles, the upholstery's stained, the left front tire squeaks
We've survived three accidents
But it's paid for, has new tires, and the engine's going strong
Cruising through the speed limit years.
My gramma told me "Don't ever get old."
But there's no good alternative, I'm told.
Fifty five to seventy is a new stage of life
Starting to develop aches and pains
It's nothing that'll kill me yet, but it's makin' me slow down
Riding through the speed limit years.
What's gonna happen to my family?
And what about little old me?
I take five kinds of medicine and physical therapy
But can't sleep through he night or eat as much
My knee and shoulder hurt, but I'm not a gonna complain
'Cause I'm enjoying the speed limit years.
When I lose my license, and then my mind
And all the luggage, what'll be left behind?
It's time to stop the racin' 'round, ignoring the signs
Observing the speed limit years.
3/5/11