...of my life

Scott Whitby, 2022

It's the early part of my life

Crickets at my windowsill

Chuck Will's Widow

Is mocking the Whippoorwill

Calves are getting weaned

Crying through the night

It won't be long until

We're up before sunlight

It's the middle of my life

I want my kids to know

Working ain't all that bad

But there's not much to show

The phone keeps ringing

All through the night

It won't be long until

We're up before sunlight

It's the late part of my life

My eyes are getting dim

My joints hurt I can't work

My thoughts are getting slim

But I still know the answers

There is no silver platter

At last I know the answer

How to live a life that matters

It's the last day of my life

Crickets at my windowsill

Chuck Will's Widow

Is mocking the Whippoorwill

Calves are getting weaned

Crying through the night

It won't be long until

Y'all are up before sunlight