Old enough to prefer this ESPN anchor
over that Erin gal. Not even close.
Too old to remember yesterday, but young enough to remember twenty years ago as if it were yesterday.
Old enough to see age as a state of mind, and death as my best friend.
Young enough to think this is turning into a poem, and old enough to stop before it does.

Too old to remember yesterday, but young enough to remember twenty years ago as if it were yesterday.
Old enough to see age as a state of mind, and death as my best friend.
Young enough to think this is turning into a poem, and old enough to stop before it does.