It was a glorious day when I met the crone,
It seemed that a dark cloud was my home,
From whence she came remains a mystery to me,
A gift from the cosmos is what I believe.
I didn’t realize the blessings that come,
I have my sons, family, friends and then some,
Lost in the wasteland of a fickle mind,
Humility and wisdom is what I strive to find.
Growing old is not an easy thing,
You no longer fly with youthful wings,
The seasons pass, the winds of change I feel,
No time for false pretenses, only love is real.