I look back in wonder

At this thing they call

My age

I observe and ponder

This life so oft a stage

Many a show has been

And many of the stars

Have shone

But sure of what has

Left us is less than that

To come

Lean back take solace

And put away that gun

Moved are individual mountains

With the passing of each

Sun

Move over step aside and

Give the children a chance

To run

Come back form full circle

For the best is yet to come