Its been a great long ride
but I don't want to leave you yet
all the fond memories go whisking by like a flaming rocket
a reluctant witness to the eternal cycle of life and death

I know you don't want to hear this
and neither do I
but the realist within
showed up like a show pony
prancing to the band

I wish  could tell you
what's on the other side

Fall of my years
come sweetly
come easily
take my hand and walk with me
Promise to be gentle.