When days grow long and the body tires
Of the stress we put it through
Tired of other peoples wants and desires
And your mood is deep dark blue
Sit yourself down in your easy chair
Put up your feet and sigh
Just close your eyes and whisper a prayer
To the Lord up in the sky.
When nights grow cold and the body’s old
And your life is filled with moans and pains
When you feel like your life has just been sold
And you’re shackled with rusty chains.
Take a walk down to the soft sandy beach
Watch the moon surf on the waves
Listen closely to the moonlight speech
That’s whispered in the caves.
When sight grows dim and shadows abound
On the brightest of sunny days
When the hearing fails and there is no sound
Remember the wild days of youth that set you ablaze
In wastrel young dreams of childhood yearnings
The bands, the nights of rock and roll, dance halls
Struck down by futility, went back to learning,
Until enclosed by maturity’s walls.
Memories can fade or sharpen with age
And with respect some are best forgotten.
There are two life choices you can make, rage,
That will leave you as a man misbegotten,
Or the sage, at peace with the world and himself.
Let the world see you as a light to follow
A great book pulled down from the shelf
Then life’s not such bad medicine to swallow.
