Retired

Time in a hurry has made me old
On a loaf not stale, mildew and mold !
The tricks that time plays on man !
For one and all he has a plan

I’ve retired by the mountain side
Where winds from all sides come to hide
Among mighty trees and leafy weeds
And then fly off like winged steeds

The winds with wings won’t wait and laze
To travel with my slower pace
They pat and leave me in a rush
By the mountain side so green and lush