On Growing Older - Strawbs

The scarecrow stood with its head held high admiring the view from the hill

The waterfall scattered its glistening jewels as the heron stood gracefully

still

It seemed I looked without seeing, I failed to grasp what I saw

For all of Nature’s beautiful gifts I blissfully chose to ignore

As sandy beaches and soft swelling tides invite the inquisitive young

And caviar, oysters and pâté de foie invite the discerning tongue

So comes the desire to be lost awhile in the depths of the forest glade

Midst the cool deep greens where ancient oaks cast wondrous spells in their

shade

And if sometimes I feel in retrospect a regret for the waste of my youth

Then I pause to reflect that I still have time before growing long in the tooth

To achieve all the things that I should have achieved when idleness led me

astray

And being aware of what I have missed, I’m extending my use of the day