It’s all the same;
The dreams, the hope, the pain.
Each day locked in steadfast conformity!
As we grow old in obscurity.
So ask yourself,
For what do you dream;
A new place, a new path, a new partner?
For what do you hope;
A peace transcendent, a rebirth of
common sense, a world without tears?
What causes you pain;
The ache inside your head,
a day without purpose,
a life deferred?
In any event, it must be said,
Life is not lived in a state of bliss.
But through it all remember this;
Aging, though not always welcome,
Is still a life preferred.