I Feel Old (Because Neil Young is Sixty)

[couchgrouch]

I Feel Old(Because Neil Young is Sixty)Since I crept into my fortiesI last longer makin' loveshe likes that my touch is gentlerwith hands that are strong and roughbut nose-ringed punks at the mallthink I'm a tired old-timercos the years have stripped my hairdown to a dull grey primerand my voice is hoarsethanks to smokes I useta rollbut tonight...that's not why I feel oldteardrops wet thirsty sandthis morning on my jogwhen I passed the cross-shaped cactuswhere I buried my old dogmy breath keeps getting shorterthe longer my shadow seems to bebut maybe life never stops breathin'cos that dog still runs with meand by early Fallmy bones start feeling coldbut tonight...that's not why I feel oldmy dreams will slow, my pen will dryas I reach the door of deathI fight it with drink but I knowthe well of rhyme can't be reasoned withstill half of art is having a heartin the wrong place at the right timeso I'll book passage to yesterdaywith music and a bottle of winemy tale has no plotthough it's already half toldbut tonight...that's not why I feel oldI feel old because Neil Young is sixty(c)2006 Robert George