Four Seven

 
Go ahead, put another candle on it
I think I can handle the weight of the years
I can feel the burn but this heart’s not done yet
Nothing a little antacid can help to put away the fears
 
Another year to read, recollect, reflect in retrospect
As time flies by faster than I can try to master an art
But I’m thankful for good health cept some new side effects
The aches and pains of aging are going up the chart
 
I keep adding chapters to this book of memories
It’s an inventory of hoary storied allegories and allusions
They’re etched in dreams and sketched in streams of reveries
Open for interpretation to draw your own conclusions
 
Nostalgia seems to be a theme that accompanies me
The weight of years become more and more symbolic
Some thoughts and recollections can be a little gloomy
But that’s OK, as long as I don’t get too melancholic
 
I think I can handle it, I will put another candle on it
Four seven is cool and probably not even halfway through
Who knows? Whatever the Universe and God permits
But I like that this verse is over my nineteen-ninety-two