As I move into my autumn,
When life starts to slow down,I don’t look at what’s left to me,
And wear a grumpy frown.
I’ll lift up the tattered edges
Of my bright colored days
And dance upon the winds of life
Singing my songs of praise.
I know that I cannot change life,
But life will not change me,
And, as I drift at last to earth,
I’ll rejoice that I’m free!
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