LIFE OF AN OLD HUNTER:... by Ron LaClair
The years went by and before I knew it
My youth was gone, I lived right through it
My youthful shine and unwrinkled skin
would never be my look again
Color has gone from my hair
as white and gray took over there
I walk a little bent no longer tall
a cane helps me so I won't fall
gone are those days of yesteryear
when legs carried me like a running deer
My eyes could see for a mile or more
muscles never tired, they never got sore
physical strength of those early years
is waning, now replaced by fears
Fear of losing what once was me
Fear of not being what I use to be
I don't believe that all is lost
Old Father time has taken his cost
those lines and wrinkles on my skin
are maps of battles fought hard to win
My body is old and wearing out
but my mind is clear and my heart is stout
The woods and streams still call to me
My spirit will answer the call to be free
The love of the woods still dwells in me
as long as there's breath that's how it will be
when time here is over and the Lord calls me home
I hope he's got room for an old hunter to roam