I felt like life was knocking me down,
Like the carefree days wouldn’t be back around
It seemed old age was knocking, knocking
Always getting holes in my stockings…
But no, “being old” is not for me yet;
I’m a fun, young dinosaur, you bet!
Change keeps coming, it’s a knocking.
Time for action, no more talking…
I shouldn’t fear what may come next
I always handle things, doing my best.
Yes, change keeps knocking on my door,
No time for me to fear what’s in store.
Through the threshold, I shall go
It’s the only way I’ll ever know.
***Inspired by the one word prompt shared daily at RDP. Today’s is found at https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2022/07/29/rdp-friday-knocking/
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