In my armchair

I’m going on old
with the sea at my feet
and the mountains at my back
there have been years
of nail-biting
and moments of smiles
and now my car and I
are rusted and dented
and the miles are running high
and I guess we’re getting kind of slow

(This was written in 1975 – I wonder what I was thinking about)


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