I'm not trying to be condescending But please let us not be pretending The young an their music drive me crazy, An often so does watching them be so lazy But that's my problem and not yours, Seems like their lives maybe on detours Tis their right, as it's mine, to sell my soul Seems everyone has some different goal Well it appears I haven't lost my marbles yet, Though some may be outside the circle I bet But it sure doesn't make me older than I am Or not yet too feeble minded or slow in a jam Shall we grow gracefully old at our own pace. Your heart's strong, we can still make it race Don't roll those lovely eyes an heave a sigh Just whisper, takin' it easy with me you'll try I know your intentions are always true An you know my kisses are just for you Can you slow down, walk to match my gait I love ya darlin' but you're no longer jail bait And if I should I lean just a little bit on you, Don't think it may be cuz I'm turning blue But I hope that my weight is like a feather And feel free to put me under your tether If I take your hand, please embrace me, For it's the only way that we may see That I'm not in reality just one big lug But a lovable guy only lookin' for a hug. And it's fine to give me a little squeeze, Cuz I know you love being such a tease I promise not to break and just feel loved. An I want you to know I won't feel shoved With desire and a love that we'll know Both sure in where our hearts shall go So happy that our paths have crossed, To be together forever in eternity lost by the Irish Warlock Copyright © 4-29-2005 - Irish Warlock, All Rights Reserved. This original writing is copyrighted and may not be reproduced, distributed or displayed in any way or form without the author's written permission ~ Edited by Dreamweaverfla ~ Email