Getting
Old
Is
Like
Waiting
For
A
Train.
I have
Some
Time
As
It
Begins
The
Climb
Up
From
The
Plain
To
Crest
The
Mountain
Top
And
Swoop
Down
Again,
But
It
Is
On
The
Way,
And
Coming
Any
Day.
In
The
Baggage
Car
Are
All
The
Errors
I have
Made
And
Doom
Is
The
Engineer,
But
I am
Not
Afraid,
My
Ticket
Is
Already
Paid.
I’ll
Climb
Aboard
And
Claim
My
Reward,
There’s
Room
For
Me
And
Many
More,
All
Finally
Headed
For
Another
Shore.