Dear old friend, have not chagrin

For greying hair and wrinkled skin

You’ve seen and made and loved and lost

Had your spring, summer, fall

Now you’ve only begun to frost

The way of life is not always kind

But, fortunate soul, you’ve survived

All you’ve been through and overcome

You have risen with the tides

And you’ll set with the sun

The lines in your face like lines of a book

Of wisdom and beauty overlooked

Simply by being and becoming old

You have unknowingly written

The greatest story ever told

For aging, there is only one alternative

Be grateful now, for you have lived