I'm not having grey,
Though grey is calling me.
I only feel like thirty five,
Though my daughter's forty three.
What is left before me
When so much has gone?
Is there still adventure?
Is there still a song?
When I was young I knew not
How short the time would be,
How soon the years would pass me by,
How fast my life would flee.
How fast my little children
Would grow and learn and leave.
Will they know how much I gave?
Will young eyes still perceive?
I hope one day they'll understand
They were my joy and pride,
That I would not have changed my life,
Though many times I cried
Because my life was tied to theirs,
And they were free to roam,
They did not always choose to stay
In that place we called home.
Still my lovelies, years will go
And I will pass away, and you
Must make your mark on life,
For that will be your day.
Mine will fade but memory
Will light the years ahead,
And you will know, as then you must
That all but love is dead.
