Older Minds

Sat once quietly, thinking through a shot
The sums coming easy in my mind

Taking in the radio, and chatter from my side
Watching the situation, always a clear mind

Many years have passed, without the drug of war
My mind now slowing, I need more time to work

Math is now a problem
And multi-tasking no more

Recognizing that, was the key to going on
Adapting to old age, was very simply done

With slip cards in my hand, doing all the math
My accuracy returned, at last I could relax.

Do I miss the skills I had on tap
Of course I do my friend

But rest assured if you’re the mark
You’ll get one in the chest.