Sucrepop

I’m sixty now — it feels kind of strange
It’s the age of goodbyes, and “how things change”
I’ve watched the years rush by like a speeding train
Missed a few stops, but I’d ride again

And if I’ve got a few more seasons left to bloom
no room for sorrow, just joy to resume
I’ll dance barefoot on the porch at night
Close my eyes and feel the fading light

A couple more dances with the night
I just wanna sing and let it slide
I’ll call my kids, my sister, my friends
Say “I love you” before the daylight ends

And if I’ve got a few more seasons left to bloom
I’ll fill them with laughter, in my room
With memories ringing, and children’s grace
Simple tomorrows I’ll still embrace

Old memories drift like postcards home
Across my face where the years have flown
No more pretending, no more disguise
I’ll shout “I’m here!” beneath the skies

And if I’ve got a few more seasons left to bloom
I won’t waste them on “what ifs” or “might”
Barbecue evenings, faces that fade
Still somewhere in space, their warmth remains

I won’t count years, just seconds spun
’Cause I’ve got a few more seasons left to bloom