1.  It seems to me like only yesterday I walked the world’s young ways,

Yearned to become a Dharma bum and while away my days.

Old friend, our paths have crossed once more, our souls still search in vain.

Our minds dwell now on journeys that we’ll never make again.



2.  A baby boomer, born in peace, a frightened Cold War child.

I tasted all forbidden fruit; an appetite run wild.

I’ve trampled over hearts and minds that merited more care.

My eyes look back but, dulled with tears, they find no comfort there.



What days we had, they were the ones that made us what we've become.

Let’s look ahead together for another cue; for something new,

What days we could have.



3.  But let’s not feed regret my friend, nor scold our errant ways

Or agonize on wagers lost in our remaining days.

Each sunrise is a gift bestowed to savour and renew

The hopes we had for better times, and take a fresher view.



4.  We travelled along pathways, worn by many feet before.

We hesitated, doubting, never opened other doors.

Did we really let it pour away like water down a drain?

Let’s gather up our strength once more and hit the road again.



What days we had, they were the ones that made us what we've become.

Let’s look ahead together for another cue; for something new,

What days we’ll have.



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