Custer's Last Stand
No more need to really ever stare
Rarely see a lady fair
Gone are days when to be was bold
You Eyed them all
But now we're old
Funny how the years flew by
Same white clouds
Same blue sky
Just see with eyes
And aging bones
The babes pass by
Now they have their hand held phones
And when this fair sex passes by
I always smile
My age a lie
Other men may sit and frown
For me old age
Won't let me down
I'll never ever be a sage
But never write a final page
An active life
Can bury rage
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