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.