I know I’m alive for my heart keeps on beating,
But somehow I feel that my life is retreating.
I once had a child, just lent for a while,
He had longing to journey for many a mile.
worked and worked but wanted to play
and found that he just couldn’t stay.
I blunder on with hands that are bound,
while the jaws of age at my heels hound.
I retreat into tried and tested ways,
Sometimes wishing to return to the olden days.
But there’s a future to face and lessons to learn
the past is where it should be, so let it burn.
Why? because the best is yet to come,
I would not be still here if my job were done
Be brave, be courageous! Take the bull by the horns
Life has its roses as well as its thorns.