Who I Used to Be

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once, I used to be the man,

Dancing under the disco balls…

Now I’m the old man with a cane,

In Mr. Green Jean’s overalls.

 

I used to drive to the city, 

In the middle of the night.

Now I drive no farther,

When my home is out of sight.

 

I used to invite friends and strangers

To dinner and drinks at my home.

Now I enjoy junk food meals,

While dining all alone.

 

I used to explore the back roads,

Often a spontaneous decision to drive…

Now I never leave the house,

Since my Boxer co-pilots died.