Living Old, Loving Young

Upon my return for our 55th Lufkin High School reunion I wrote this ditty. (TS Eliot beware.) If a 1962 LHS graduate will write the music, the LHS choir will sing it and we can give all the proceeds to the LHS Scholarship Fund. Well...maybe not all.

I've lost my hair

No breath to spare

Losing my mind

No teeth to grind

My joints have wore

My feet are sore

My chin has tripled

My legs are crippled

If I think of you

My troubles are few

You make life new

When I'm with you