When life passes, it passes away,

Out of reach, out of time,

Whether person, place, or day,

Never, ever, does it replay.

Never is another chance,

To capture what I planned,

Whether children, whether romance,

I will always miss the dance.

Now, the end is coming near,

Ever close, I can’t un-age,

I can’t live in fear,

I need to make these happy years.

I can ask my Greatest Power,

Only to instill His strength,

I will not gain one single hour,

Only face what comes, not to cower.

I take His strength and then grow,

Face ever forward,

And then just go,

Look above and not below.

To be continued….