We think back on our lives, to sum
What we believe we have become.
But then a succinct thought appears
How that same question’s seen in years.
At twenty, “Look out, World,” we blared,
While deep inside a little scared.
We’re finding life lives not by text,
We really don’t know what comes next.
At forty, Wow!, where did Time go?
In looking back, it’s hard to know.
Career and life-style, settled in?
You now can see what might have been.
At sixty, thinking “look ahead,”
You’re not quite sure how—like, or dread?
But now there are no hills to climb—
You take it one day at a time.
Beyond that, easy does it now—
It’s only age to which to bow.
If you look back from that point, cheer!
Re-live the times which you hold dear
© Richard Williams