Getting Old

I used to lift the morning sun With hands that never shook Now I watch it rise alone From my favorite sitting nook I used to run without a thought Chased dreams across the land Now I walk with careful steps And tremble when I stand The names I knew, the songs I sang They slip like autumn leaves I reach for them in silence But memory deceives I used to fix what others broke With steady eyes and pride Now I fumble with the simplest things And let the moment slide But don’t mistake this quiet heart For one that’s lost its flame There’s wisdom in the weathered lines And stories in my name I may forget the punchline Or where I left my keys But I remember love and laughter And the scent of summer breeze I'm still learning, doing, fighting And I try with all my might I get up early every dawn And I still greet the morning light So let me sit beneath the stars And hum a tune I knew The world may move too fast for me But someday I'll be you