Of What Others Think Of Me

I do not care what those who know of me about me have to say
Or if they see me as a stranger to success
Since I do not harm anybody and do things my own way
And all I ask of life is happiness.

The people I grew up with perhaps like me now gray
Of life they have lived half of a century
Or do some use hair dyes and cosmetics for to hide the years away
Or has the passing of the decades aged them less than me.

Of what others think of me I am gone beyond that stage
Since I only want to now live and let live
My sensitive years are now behind me and I have finally come of age
And I know how to forget and forgive.

Of what others think of me why should I even care
Nor do they hurt me by the things they say
I'm as gray now as a gray horse and I've lost a lot of hair
Yet I live in the great hope of knowing happiness one day.