I’ve seen many men come and go

and women with children in tow

four generations or maybe more

haven’t kept count, head’s a bit sore

years turn to decades far too fast

seems everything is in the past

but I enjoy my days one at the time

you see, I don’t worry, nickel or dime

I greet every sunrise with grateful mind

to see a new day is a gift of a kind

I use it well, bless you, to leave my mark

at night fall I’m not afraid of the dark

when I go to rest in the moonlit night

my mind is at peace and filled with light.