Perplexed

Some days I can find the beauty in growing old,
Time to read, write, explore cyberspace
Time to knit, try new recipes or fix old favorites.
Sleeping in, staying up late – no schedules

Time to read, write, and explore cyberspace,
Which in turn leads me to discover things now out of reach.
Sleeping in, staying up late – yeah, no schedules.
It’s suddenly far too easy to discover just what’s wrong with that.

Which in turn leads me to discover things that I miss,
The excitement of meeting a deadline on a project, a night on the town.
It’s suddenly not so easy to find what’s wrong with that.
And looking forward to a night of dancing the tango, oh the best.

The excitement of meeting a deadline on a project, a night on the town.
I miss that kind of “busy”, the feeling that my life had a real purpose,
And looking forward to a night of dancing the tango – still the best.
I am learning new things, doing new things but it’s not the same.

I miss that kind of “busy”, the feeling that my life had a real purpose,
Not just time to knit, try new recipes or fix old favorites,
And I am learning new things, doing new things, but it’s not the same.
Still, some days I can find the beauty in growing old.