Let’s not forget our age and that it matters,
we can not climb the cliff the way we could,
and even if we can, is it we should
pretend that we are younger than our years?
In time forgotten are all names in letters,
that loved ones sent us in some caring mood.
We are like fossils, we are ancient shells,
but even if the bones are aching worse,
and only transport in our future is a hearse,
we must not wait till tide washes our feet.
It is the power that we find inside ourselves
that is our age. The heart that is our beat.