Introspection

So here we are again gathererd around The Green Bottle to swap stories, sing songs and reminisce of days gone by. It's a funny thing, that thing called Time. How often it can be called a friend, but in a split second can turn on you. It's a wonderful thing in abundance, but when it's in short supply, what a miserable task-master. I've been thinking alot of myself this past day. I was beginning to feel old, actually. Things that I once found great enjoyment in have quietly slipped into the background of a hectic and uncertain life. I believe that with young children, my life has been irrevocably changed. I think that one of the reasons I don't enjoy my old hobbies is that there isn't time to do any of them. It would seem, at least for now, that there will inevitably arrive a time of self rediscovery. I predict that it will be around the 2030's, when my kids will have all left home to pursue their own dreams. What will I think of myself then, I wonder?