GOLDEN YEARS
By Gil Broxson (Terry Broxson's Dad)

So here is to the Golden Years
Time of peace, too late tears
But still, as far as I can see
   It ain't what it's cracked up to be

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Think of your life as souvenirs 
  Take time to spend with all your dears
Special moments; many cheers
So gather friends for a few beers
Tell grandkids about rabbit ears
Or 'bout a store they once called Sears
Spread love and happy, joyful tears 
Start writing, learn some new careers
Like me, you'll find some awesome peers
"So here is to the Golden Years"

Keep your positivity
I want to keep living right here
Kids, don't take it personally
I need my bright side~atmosphere
I need my own dear family
Not doctors, nurses, volunteers
I'm tough and have my dignity
But won't take any old age jeers
You cannot live my life for me
"Time of peace, too late for tears

It is my life, yet I'm not free
How do you know that I won't flee?
We promise we'll be there daily
I'll stay, but please come back for me
Other's worse to a degree 
With them I will give empathy
Stay true to Christianity
But hard to keep my memory 
Not sure where is my destiny
   "But still as far as I can see"

They say I'm at death's door that's near
They treat me like a kid who's three
  It's them who's deaf; no longer hears 
Since I'm the kid I'll be naughty
Give them bull and lots of steers
Tell party tales of Boston tea
And settling as pioneers
I'm on my way to next journey
So what'd I think of Golden years?
  "It ain't what it's cracked up to be"