When we’re budding, life’s like a fun ride

Full of dreams and feelings so wide

But as we grow, time really speeds,

And we see more of what life needs

But even as we get more grey, 

There’s beauty in each passing day

Every wrinkle, every tear, 

adds to our story, year by year

With silvered hair and weathered face,

a lifetime’s journey, we embrace. 

The echoes of youth, now distant chimes

 in hearts enriched by countless times 

As I sit in the chair of my fallen father,

I realize to he sat in the same spot 

 Stuck on the thought that life is brief

Everything we fight for we lose

That car we spent a small fortune on 

The house that we made with brick and mortar 

Will be soon in the hands of another man 

 Sleeping in our beds, sitting in our chairs