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….