As the bright dims I can see
the sun setting on horizons of gold
not all or yet, what might be
what happens when wrinkled, and old

Living for all that I'm worth
the game that all of us face
away from the day, of our birth
a modicum, or small piece, of grace

Past all the places I've been
memories of battles lost, won
loves and enemies seen
standing or ready, too run

Yes I'll arrive at the gates
burning, or bathed in the light
having my reasons and fate
doing what I thought
was right

Self assured

A: Adorable
M: Mannerly
A: Attractive
N: Natural
D: Dazzling
A: Active
  Amanda,you're a blessing!!