We are, all of us, just old men now.
Who carry the burden of time and change.
The aging rock stars, idols of my youth,
The tough guy actors who beat the odds,
The underdog athlete’s spectacular range.
I can see them still when time will allow
Those old memories to surface somehow.
But fame offers a poor bargain revealed,
To age in the public eye in a final reel.
For you are forever competing with
The glory days of your younger self.
So I am thankful to age in anonymity
With friends and family in my company
Growing older at the same pace as me.