Half A Century

By Mike Shaner

I haven’t written anything new in a long time so be gentle 🙂

I don’t write like I used to

Since I ain’t sad

Did I forget how to

I would trade nothing

To go back again

But sometimes I’d like to do it better

Than I did then

I have a two year old

Running circles around me

It might have took me 50 years

But now I am free

If I go could back

And talk to me

I probably wouldn’t listen

And I probably couldn’t see

That young boy

Would just scream a song

And look me in the eyes

And tell me I’m wrong

My youngest boy

Is 7 months old

He stares me in the eyes

And corrects my soul

It was a long hard climb

For half a century

And I thank god

For delivering me

And I thank god

Now I am free