It's Starting All Over Again
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When I was young in my early teens,
I watched the older teens driving a car.
I wasn't old enough to get a driver's license,
But oh how I yearned to drive, as I watched cars fly by.
Well the years slowly sped by and I was soon old enough
To get my driver's license and buy me a car,
    an old "37" Chevrolet that ran ok, but looked horrible,
   so I brush painted it, and it still looked horrible, but it
   was my car to drive wherever I chose, whenever I felt
   like driving, and that was quite often.
  
But as the title of this prose says "It's starting all over again"
Now I no longer am a teenager, and too old (my children say)
to drive. As a young teenager too young to get a driver's license,
now at 83 years old, I am too old to get (hold) a drivers license
  
So now,  I set in my porch swing, watching all the "girls go by" uh I mean all the cars go by, and yearn to jump in my car(i.e. if I had one, I used to have a "single car parked in double garage" remember Dolly Parton's song, "sleepng single in double bed?") Well that was me and my car, until it was removed, now I have a double
garage setting empty and I'm sitting in my front porch swing, and as I was as too young of teenager too drive, I am now a too elder ager to drive.

I have concluded that life is like a circle. I came into this world with very little hair and no teeth and wearing diapers, and now, 83 yrs later, I have very little hair, false teeth and wearing adult diapers.
     From Jerry Howarth's Book of Remembrances.