Dear old friend, have not chagrin
For greying hair and wrinkled skin
You’ve seen and made and loved and lost
Had your spring, summer, fall
Now you’ve only begun to frost
The way of life is not always kind
But, fortunate soul, you’ve survived
All you’ve been through and overcome
You have risen with the tides
And you’ll set with the sun
The lines in your face like lines of a book
Of wisdom...