They were young legs, they were quick legs,
They didn’t stop to think;
They ran right over to where the waves break,
Where sand begins to sink.
Now youthful legs, much longer legs,
More often used for sport;
For running, jumping, rowing and kicking,
For sport of any sort.
Now adult legs, more thoughtful legs,
Aware of any twinges
But creams and ice packs, plasters and supports,
Relieve athletic binges.
They’re wiser legs, more mindful legs,
Knowing how far to go;
It’s distance that’s measured not speed or pace,
There’s no such thing as slow.
Now older legs, reflective legs,
No more a driving force;
The race is over, the prizes won,
The legs have run their course.