Never Too Old (To My Son) Poem by Randy McClave

You're never too old to ride a bike
You're never too old to fly a kite
You're never too old to read or write
And of course, you're never too old to be polite.

You’re never too old to live in regret
You’re never too old to lose or make a bet
You’re never too old to smoke a cigarette
And obviously, you’re never too old to be in debt.

You’re never too old to give up on life
You’re never too old for worries or strife
You’re never too old to play the guitar or the fife
And certainly, you’re never too old to take a wife.

You’re never too old to join a gym
You’re never too old to learn to swim
You’re never too old to have a whim
And definitely, you’re never too old to be fit and trim.

You're never too old to sit and cry
You're never too old to scream and question 'why'
You're never too old to be told a lie
And without a doubt, you’re never too old, to die.

When I was a young man I had always been told
That only once in my lifetime, will I journey life’s road
So, as I look upon my son whom I am his mold
I will assuredly tell him; that you’re never too old.

Randy L. McClave