ODE to the Grey Nomads

We that travel shall grow not old,nor the distances diminish
Age shall not weary us, or the years pass us by
At the end of the day, new friendships are made, and
In the morning a new journey begins
Hasten the dawn friend; the horizon awaits you.
We who have driven the nation's highways and byways have grown old
As those who traverse all life's other aspects grow old
Age may have wearied us but the years have not contemned
At the end of each epic journey, new associations are forged
And at the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will forget neither their faces nor ever discard them as friends.