As time grows short and life grows old,
Our memories of past years unfold.
Inputs of history we've lived run through it
When thoughts are fuzzy, we paste and glue it.

Growing older is a child's dream. Life is not easy.
Like warm sun on face, cold wind is too breezy.
It would be a fantasy, if life were a tale
Of ferries and wishes sent in the mail.

Babies did not come by time or by manual.
Parents are not all on a psychology channel.
We do our best, with what we are given,
The morals we set forth and life for enliven.

One day we wake from our dreams of gold.
We watch our children now growing old.
It is time to celebrate, try some vacations,
Enjoy what is now for happy occasions.

Sing, rejoice, with your musical cries.
Dance a dream with your knowledgeable eyes.
Kick and laugh, while your thoughts take hold
If you feel in your heart that your not too old.