Grey streak amongst the brown
Laughter lines or small frown
Lines that tell the tale
Of emotions and life spent
From childhood to middlehood
We hurry through
First school days
Then workdays
Weekends and holidays
All gone in a blink
And still we never think
Just sit or stand or lie
And look up at the sky
The trees, the clouds, the stars
And contemplate where we are
And how happy or content we feel
Old age is a bad word
Something to be ignored
But not everyone is so lucky
To have the chance to explore
Their days of freedom
From society’s daily rote and chore
Be strong, be proud
And honour every etched line
That tells a story in your timeline
The hands move on the clock’s face
And we all move at a steady pace
From birth to life to last release
Live it all in love and peace