Old but not Dead
Braig:
My joints hurt when it rains. I remember when I thought forty was old. I like reading the newspaper in bed and finding good coupons. I didn't know this happened to hard-boiled pseudo Irish pirates. God help me I'm old. Not in comparison to some of course but...soul wise, I am currently somewhere in the "get off my lawn!" stage. Does this make me hard to be around? I'm curious. I feel like setting sail again, going on another adventure. I want passion rattling through this old frame. I want to find jewels to put in his pale hair, strange fruit to feed him, I want to face danger with no looking back. I'll have to ask...would you want to go? I can wait for you.
My joints hurt when it rains. I remember when I thought forty was old. I like reading the newspaper in bed and finding good coupons. I didn't know this happened to hard-boiled pseudo Irish pirates. God help me I'm old. Not in comparison to some of course but...soul wise, I am currently somewhere in the "get off my lawn!" stage. Does this make me hard to be around? I'm curious. I feel like setting sail again, going on another adventure. I want passion rattling through this old frame. I want to find jewels to put in his pale hair, strange fruit to feed him, I want to face danger with no looking back. I'll have to ask...would you want to go? I can wait for you.