When I was young eighty-plus was way ahead When I was young the future was left unsaid When I was young the 19th century was history Now I an old the 20th is my-story Now I am old the past stays bright as day When I was young tomorrow seemed to delay and then When I was young your beauty captivated me Now I am old that same grace each day I see Inspired by Eccesiates 12:1-7 NIV Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2009