I Miss Myself!

I miss myself,
Where’s the guy I used to be.
The sweet bird of youth,
Flying so high and free.

The weight of these times,
Has a tight grip.
I squirm real hard,
Trying to give it the slip.

Oh how it weakens,
And oh how it does shake.
But it holds tighter,
And whispers “Except your fate!”

I refuse to listen,
I scream it’s not fair.
But the weight just says,
“I don’t care!”

Now I’m looking ahead,
Heading into a half century.
Sort of content.
That I now have A.A. R.P.