I.D.S. (F.F.F.)

I Don't Stop (for Fords Filled with Fools)

As I wheelied past the second car tonight
coming across town home,
I wondered when I should slow down.
Hell, part of me thinks I already have.

Aproaching one of those big birthdays,
half a lifetime or so.
Heading to Beantown and back before then
finishing with a bash that betrays age.

Still I remember slowing down rarely stops
until it does
especially when the dallying Does a Body Good,
increases one's life expectancy and all that.