Father Time, it’s no crime
to be growing older.
We’re all weathering away,
tethered to life’s boulder.
As we age, comes a stage
where that rock rolls faster.
Everyone’s a slave to time.
No one is its master.
Skin gets cracked, body bowed,
footsteps come much slower.
Everything now seems a load.
Voices all get lower.
Soon the clock will wave its hand,
as if in goodbye.
Hourglass is out of sand.
Comes the time to die.
There is no common use
for the hue chartreuse.
And even more obtuse:
what does one do with puce?
Some seek fame and some seek culture.
I want to adopt a vulture.
Some need structure in their day.
I incline toward birds of prey.
Some like boys and some like girls.
I like birds who eat dead squirrels.
Some like cold and some like heat.
I like wingspans of eight feet.
Some like dancing cheek-to-cheek.
I like bald heads with a beak.
In my vulture paradise,
I would scatter lunch, dead mice.
I don’t want to be its captor,
more its pal: me and my raptor.
10. Every Day / Buddy Holly
9. Every Mother’s Son / Chris Smither
8. Everybody’s Talkin’ / Fred Neil
7. Emile’s Vietnam in the Sky / Elvis Perkins
6. Early Morning Rain / Gordon Lightfoot
5. Earth Angel / The Penguins
4. Everything You Can Think / Tom Waits
3. Eve of Destruction / Barry McGuire
2. Electric Avenue / Eddy Grant
1. Endless Sleep / Jody Reynolds
Honorable Mention:
Everybody’s Trying To Be My Baby The Beatles
Eight Miles High / The Byrds
Everybody Wants To Go To Heaven (But Nobody
Wants To Die) / Ellen McIlwaine version