Run - Obits

I run and I run

I run marathons

When you trade in broken hearts

You’ve got to learn to endure

You can laugh if you want

We’re all comedians

But you can’t deny your past

When it’s right in your lap

All the young men have grown their beards

It hides their guns, it buys them beer

I read and I read

I read magazines

It’s not that I don’t have time

Time is on my side

And it’s not about your age

Because youth isn’t everything

It’s how you learn to cope

It’s how you survive

All the old men want young wives

It satisfies their pride

And all those old men will burn their brides

To mollify their nights