As I think about retiring br my youth I think of rehiring br with its party nights and flirty days br tomorrow was a distant haze br br But now it’s tomorrow br I’m no longer rowdy br been through joy and sorrow br days sunlit and cloudy br br Aging shadows of daring dreams br cool the ground on streets exquisite br where we burst at our seams br at this place I gently visit br br On the road of recollections br of the Springtimes of my eyes br mosaics of memories framed br in the graying Winter of my skies br br When I think of what I know br sometimes I’d rather be there br if for no other reason br I’d have a full head of hairbr br Alan Buckholtzbr br