Much younger was i back when the sun rose much higher in the sky,

Still but a teenager as once a thought that i might have been a man.

When i was eighteen i was going to the beach, dreaming about life ahead,

Long blonde hair and searching for that always wanted Summer tan.

The sun begins to move west and i go beyond those teen years,

I follow the sun, it looks down upon me each morning then i chase it.

I walk the road, i live my life, the sun travels further than i can run,

The more i follow then the older i seem, i have dreamed, no more eighteen.

I am older than some friends once were, older than a father gone far away,

From 18 until this day I have changed in different ways, the sun now half way.

Keith Garrett