I’m past a quarter
But this game only got three
To my self I am closer
To my self I am almost free

I compare less, but I still do
I reminisce more, oh yes I do
I slow down, cause I don’t wanna miss out
I speed up, cause I don’t wanna miss out

How can I keep up with it all?
Well I don’t I say.
I keep up with a few.
My mates of today.

But many will become mates of yesterday
Cause most come for a visit but not for a stay
And with that I am okay
Thats the age speaking I would say

Life has been recently good
But in the corner the reaper stares with his hood
So I will enjoy this mood
Hope it stays, knock on wood

I have now studied in the schools of Boult and Brown
And will soon have cap and gown
Some will still call me a clown
To them I won’t bow down

I am slowing down to smell a tree
But perhaps I may not become faculty
Thats ok with my friends I’ll have tea
They are the ones who show loyalty

Its now five past twenty
Maybe I’ll make a century