Too Old

There has been

A time

When she was too old

To go back

To where she came from.

She listens

To the drums

That are too old

As they pound out

The rhythm

That is never in sync

With each other.

"Too old,"

She says

As the wind rushes by

Never saying goodbye.

Ill will be forgotten

Never to be gotten

And captured

And answered

By saying, "too old."

Never will it be cold

On this day

To say

"I'm too old

And these drums are cold

From a rhythm

That has jumped out of sync."