Great

Am I out of juice or just getting started?
Are there clouds ahead or is sun them parted?

Close at hand is my seventh decade
I don’t need to work. I’ve got it made.

What’s the meaning now for what I do
My friends are retired and I should be too.

But isnt the point of dyin and livin
Accomplishing something and being driven?

I’m torn indecision what really matters
Working at my age makes would be mad as hatters

Maybe just maybe I’ve done enough
I’ve pushed so hard and I’ve made it rough.

But stopping is dying will be my fate
That it sucks is what makes it great