I’m going for gold,
I do not,
Think I’m too old.
Bronze would be good too!
The autumn sun shines,
Its warm embrace,
Welcoming,
As evening draws in.
As complex as simple is.
I’m going for gold,
I do not,
Think I’m too old.
Bronze would be good too!
The autumn sun shines,
Its warm embrace,
Welcoming,
As evening draws in.