As long as I can remember growing up
I heard people speak of the Golden Years
Now that I consider myself more mature
I’ve seen so many end their years in tears.
I cannot believe a loving God meant for us
To spend our days dealing with such pain
I believe his plan was years ago led astray
And we’ll again have a better life to gain.
For now we live in an age full of uncertainty
Given to violence, sickness, frustration, greed
While this gets worse with each passing day
There are those that still the scriptures heed.
Many don’t care to be reminded of these things
But there is no denying that we need some relief
The eventuality that most deal with at this time
Is watching loved ones pass away, feeling grief.
So the Golden Years have come into my view
The gold hair seems to have turned a bit gray
Vital energies seem to have diminished a bit
Aches and pains seem to be present each day.
We used to dream “what if we could go back”
But I’m content with my life even as days pass
I accept where I might have made my mistakes
“Here’s to the Golden Years”, raise your glass.