FROM 18 UNTIL THIS DAY
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.