Over the Hill Song

Sixty summers past     over the hill
Sliding down fast         awaiting chills
Each day a celebration   cause to enjoy
Life's unburdened          like a favorite toy
Memories of past          held as clicks
Time winding down       as the clock ticks
New lessons to learn     every day
New ventures to turn     with no pay
Tomorrow's too far       may not come
Yesterday's lost             like old rum
Dance to right tunes       to get away
Stick to gloom              you'll hardly stay.