Reaching 44

© Words and music by Ray Scudero. All rights reserved.

Just listen to the laughter in the playground;
These kids just go on playing every day.
People walking by don’t seem to hear the sound,
Looking straight ahead and going on their way.

Old memories keep drifting further back in time,
And distance seems to lengthen through the tears.
For the first time in life within this heart of mine,
Eventualities would overtake the years.

Chorus:

Oh, the years will pass
And all of us get older every day;
Sailing on a sea of time to destiny,
We can only cling to love to find a way.

I never saw myself as growing older.
We’re all just kids with different games to play,
With rules that get much harder and colder—
There’s lessons learned and prices we must pay.

The mirror’s more forgiving than the photograph,
And our feelings, like old wine, will mellow out.
I think of my mistakes; inside I have to laugh,
’Cause the children seem to know what life’s about.

(Chorus)

So here’s a child of forty-four who can’t remember
All the things he thought he never would forget:
Like the feeling of a cold wind in December,
The heart is chilled by sorrow and regret.

But the laughter in the playground warms me up inside,
And knowing I’ve got friends will bring my smile.
Though nothing ever stops the time or stills the tide,
It’s all because of love life’s worth the while.

Oh, the years will pass
And all of us get older every day;
Sailing on a sea of time to destiny,
We can only cling to love to find a way,
To find a way.




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