Thinking as I Age

Recently I turned 60, and boy does that ever get your attention. Thoughts like - What have I, or what am I getting done in my life? sprang to mind as I contemplate life which is exilerating much too quickly. While musing on some of this, I listened again to Johnn Cash's swan song. It reminds me of the necessity of seizing the day and finding a way before it's too late.

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way