The Old Gray Has A Life

True I'm long in the tooth
I'm not ready for the glue factory
I still have muscle
I can still run with the win
I'm alive
I'm chomping at the bit
I can live outside
Of sacrifice

The sky
Swirls around me
The clouds laugh
At my giddiness
I know I'm premature
But I'm truly lost in the sizzle
Of hope
And unbridled desire

Of course I understand
Prudence
I know the trail
Is full of prairie dog
Burroughs
Yet I understand the free range
I also feel the blood in my heart
The air in my lungs