My Story’s Half told

Though my years i have seen so many things
To my heart's joy and pain the memories bring
I’m To old to be young but to young to be old
I’m right in the middle my story’s half told

The years slip away not only the days
And i miss in my heart the old fashion ways
The people long gone are always with me
I close my eyes and there faces i see

Aunt Kate sits with a pot by the side of the fire
Peeling potato’s she was the best cook by far
Uncle Aaron is moving his trailer along
Never in one place did he stay very long

Granny and bobos are having a row
She was always my granny’s number one gal
Old Joe stockins is singing a song
With his wife Emily singing along

Old skordy and loui would do a boot sale
Their busy old hands are put to rest now
Old charlotte’s Henry could fight with the best
Many gypsy man has put him to test

the years so quickly have seem to roll on
You don’t stay a tickna for very long
with kit’s loui’s gal kitty i’d run star lane site
And come home to me mother a proper eye sight

Old renolds i thought was one of the best
Me and kitty would get in his trailer and make it a mess
He’d find us and always shoo us away
But never with a smack did we have to pay

The years went by, I got prettier the older i grow
i was a good looking girl and its true that i know
I’d walk Epsom downs looking my best
And i knew that the boys were very impressed

I’d be with my cousins and we’d go on the rides
Now there all married and living their lives
But still up the downs we sometimes will meet
The faces are so changed of some that i greet

I guess that its true that were all getting old
The best half of our story as already been told