The days tumble by
The nights roll along
We tell a few lies
We sing a few songs
We have some regrets
But nothing that odd
We live in our memories
And onward we plod
We’re all feeling younger
As we’re all growing old
But the wisdom we carry
Is more precious than gold
We know about life now
And we know about pain
We’ve all learned the hard way
To keep it restrained
We know about fear
And we know about joy
We rejoice in the small things
Like good girls and boys
And at the end of it all
At the end of the book
We’ll have made a whole lifetime
By hook or by crook
Thanks Larry. I read all of your posts. Don’t comment very often, but really enjoy them.
Jim, I always look forward to your thoughts and powerful words.