Spikes

The age of repressing over
No more depressing happiness
Time to slide over-the-hill
Landing on my feet on the other side

My youthful look still with me
To indicate my attitude of being beautiful yet
There's a lot of life left in me
A knowing grin on my face

The sun is my friend along with blue skies
Soaking into my disposition
Giving it life and breathing love
I see hope and transformation in my hands

The hill slopes steeply downward
But I have spikes on my shoes
Laughing all the way slowly down
PT taking my hand - we smile in the sun