Where did our years go, They went by so fast.
When we're young they seem to cra-a-wl,
With each decade, they fly past!
At 20 we're the center.
At 30 we feel supreme.
But 40 strikes terror,
Life's not what it seems.
By 50 we've reached maturity.
At 60 we accept seniority.
When we're filled with excitement of creative
There's no room for depression and despair.
But at 70, wisdom that comes from experience
Takes over and we learn to accept ourselves as we are
Each new day is a gift to be treasured,
Enabling us to go far.
Life is for the living
But it is through our giving that we can
reach for the stars.