As I'm getting older
Perhaps more wise
I’m beginning to see the world
Through a different set of eyes

Possibly wisdom— maybe grace
A forgiving heart
When looking upon another’s face
Every person plays their part

Life is but a speck in time
A large sea that ebbs and flows
Fortune upon us may sometimes smile
Or upon the wind, it may throw

Into the darkest corners of despair
Another day can we survive?
With one's knowledge to stay aware
Each moment wasted no matter one´s ability to strive

Permanence does not exist
Though hope lives on that we may add our twist
Time is short yet life is bold
Only the fortunate will truly grow old