When I was only ten
It was a very odd year
It was a very odd year for learning skills, and progress I had made
I went to seventh grade
Bought a fountain pen
When I was only ten

When I was just eighteen
It was a very odd year
It was a very odd year for doing things that seemed a trifle daft
Because there was a draft
I wore Army green
When I was just eighteen

When I was twenty-four
It was a very odd year
It was a very odd year for wedding bells, I thought I could be sure
But I was not mature
The closing of the door
When I was twenty-four

When I was forty-two
It was a very odd year
It was a very odd year for writing down the ramblings of my mind
And to start the blogging grind
What else could I do
When I was forty-two

When I was forty-nine
It was a very odd year
It was a very odd year to buy myself a place where I could live
Many thousands I'd give
But I could call it mine
When I was forty-nine

But now my time grows short
I'm starting one more year
I never thought I'd be around to see me turning sixty-five
Yet somehow I survive
So long as I'm still here
It is a very odd year

Based on "It Was a Very Good Year" by Ervin Drake, © 1961 by Lindabet Music Corporation. Drake, born in 1919, lived to be 95. I hope all his years were very, very good.

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  25 November 2018

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