My Cover
I’m not getting any younger, though I’ve come to realize.
They judge me by my wrinkles and the age that’s in my eyes.
They look at the man before them, my hair of gray and white.
They say that I can’t do the job, that I’ve been doing all my life.
My minds not what it once was, but I’ve got knowledge you can’t replace.
So don’t judge me by my cover or these lines upon my face.
I’ve lived my life with passion, my course has been tried and true.
I’ve done nothing that I’m ashamed of, the proof is in everything I do.
There are rights and wrongs that I’ve pondered, the challenges I’ve met with glee.
I’ve embraced this life with honor, in this land “that’s brave and free”.
So do me just one favor, when my time has come to pass.
Thank the ones that have believed in me, tell the rest to “kiss my ass”!!!
By: Doug Frazier July 27,2011
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