{"id":950,"date":"1988-05-23T00:41:00","date_gmt":"1988-05-23T07:41:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sm.amigotico.com\/poetryblog\/?p=950"},"modified":"2012-01-24T00:41:49","modified_gmt":"2012-01-24T08:41:49","slug":"getting-old","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/1988\/05\/23\/getting-old\/","title":{"rendered":"Getting Old"},"content":{"rendered":"

You’re getting pretty old, mate,
\nAnd so am I, I know.
\nWe’re getting on in years, mate,
\nBut enjoyin’ ’em as we go.<\/p>\n

We’re still climbing up the hill, mate,
\nTrudging along as life, she goes.
\nThere’s still a long way left, mate,
\nBut just how far, God only knows.<\/p>\n

It won’t matter how old we get, mate
\nWe’ll never reach the top.
\nYou just add one every year, mate,
\nAnd we’ll think we’re young until we drop.<\/p>\n

It’s been too many years, mate,
\nSince you blinked and I was gone.
\nAnd I don’t know as much about you, mate,
\nAs I did in those days long gone.<\/p>\n

I don’t quite know how your feelings run –
\nDon’t know your hopes and fears.
\nI don’t know how your life’s been, mate,
\nFrom the time that I’ve been here.<\/p>\n

But I do know you and me, mate,
\nAre still the best that we could be.
\nAnd it doesn’t matter how old we get, mate,
\nBecause as friends, we know what friendship means.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

You’re getting pretty old, mate,
And so am I, I know.
We’re getting on in years, mate,
But enjoyin’ ’em as we go.<\/p>\n

We’re still climbing up the hill, mate,
Trudging along as life, she goes.
There’s still a long way left, mate,
But just how far, God only knows.<\/p>\n

It won’t matter how […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,1,8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-950","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-introspection","category-poems","category-social"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/950","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=950"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/950\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":951,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/950\/revisions\/951"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=950"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=950"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=950"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}