It’s eleven seventeen
I’m not nineteen
Anymore
Old warriors are bold
I’ll not be told
Anymore
Enjoyed an evening out
I’m not losing face
Anymore
Tired eyes are closing
I’m not going fishing
Anymore
Hands of time have been
I’ll not be unseen
Anymore
My feet are willing to travel
I’m not covered in gravel
There’s more
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
