Times of our lives
Birth to twelve the copper years when you can buy candy for a penny smiles come easily all magical avenues are open to you
Twelve to eighteen the green years when you are as a tender shoot growing taking on a hardness that serves you well
Eighteen to thirty five different shades of blue gray white and coming of age confusion you get a little blue white crystal clear
Thirty five to fifty five the silver time when your hair proceeds to tell of life its pleasure and its troubles all children restore peace
Fifty five to the gate this is when you find and see the gold in self and in others mellowness the edge softens true gold riches
The gate of pearl and beyond the lighting years it is as bright as a lighting flash and as exciting life races through the cosmos
Jan 1, 2012
Jan 1, 2012 at 5:33 PM UTC
Times of our lives
Birth to twelve the copper years when you can buy candy for a penny smiles come easily all magical avenues are open to you
Twelve to eighteen the green years when you are as a tender shoot growing taking on a hardness that serves you well
Eighteen to thirty five different shades of blue gray white and coming of age confusion you get a little blue white crystal clear
Thirty five to fifty five the silver time when your hair proceeds to tell of life its pleasure and its troubles all children restore peace
Fifty five to the gate this is when you find and see the gold in self and in others mellowness the edge softens true gold riches
The gate of pearl and beyond the lighting years it is as bright as a lighting flash and as exciting life races through the cosmos