Years pass by before my eyes.
I am not ready to say goodbye.
I have lived a hundred times.
I still believe that I am fine.
I think about life’s unknowns
and other ways to find my home.
I start to think about the past
to only realize that I won’t last.
My face reveals a winded tale
and shows eyes that I am frail.
Years pass by with many generations
as the youth grows to be a nation.
As I pass through life I pass on genes,
so I can create a generation’s dream.