I may have to set the record straight

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I knew it early on…

Or had a sneaking suspicion, anyways…

This thing will have a hairy ending

I got the feeling when at four years old

The preacher scared me under conviction

And I cried to the alter

And was later baptized

It hit me again when I surrendered to preach

Before I was old enough to drive

It was in the back of my mind

Nights in the dorm

When my view of eternity began to blur

But it may have hit me hardest

The Saturday night I married

Or was it the Wednesday night

My daughter was born?

The few pictures from those evenings

Show me in a trance

And now, as well as I can infer

Some people think of me as old

Or as they say - older

Fading like newspaper in the sun

They exclude me from young-people dreams

I have begun to see my age in large numbers

On buildings, on passing cars, or in the sky

As I run through my town

It’s true…I have long suspicioned it to be so

I get the feeling

I may have to speak my mind

To exert myself

Pretty soon I think the day is coming

I may have to set the record straight